On the top floor of the Wildenstein building, an impromptu meeting was coming to an end.
"Let's end it here for today. We cannot delay the matter of moving the company's headquarters to Manhattan any longer. All departments need to speed up …"
Just as the group's CEO, Conxiuli Wildenstein, announced the end of the meeting and stood up from the top of the long table, the atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly changed. All the participants were either stretching with tired looks on their faces or hurriedly packing up the documents in front of them.
At that moment, however, a young and clear voice rang out in the meeting room. "Everyone! I think we've forgotten something. "
Everyone could not help but turn to look at the speaker. It was a young man with fiery red hair in his twenties. He had a handsome face and a sunny temperament.
"Hazel Wildenstein. This is a member of the Wildenstein family. But now, this poor little girl is in a basement somewhere in Atlanta, suffering inhumane torture. Tonight, she might become the sacrificial lamb for the resurrection of the Calamity Dragoness. "
At that moment, even Conxiuli Wildenstein stopped in his tracks. However, the first to speak up was a slightly plump middle-aged man sitting on the second seat on the left. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure.
"What are you trying to say, Philip?"
"What I want to say is, we cannot ignore her!"
The young man placed his hands on the table and glared at the people on both sides of the table. "I don't know why you all are ignoring her existence. You all are acting as if nothing happened. But I cannot stand it, gentlemen! The blood flowing in her body is the blood of the Wildenstein family! But now, we are watching the death of one of our own! "
"But Philip, she is no longer one of us."
The person who spoke was beside Conxiuli. He had a sinister temperament and a sneer on his face. "She and her father have been removed from the family, haven't they? We have already taken back her surname. Strictly speaking, she does not have the right to use the surname Wildenstein. "
"But that doesn't change the fact that the blood in her body belongs to Wildenstein."
The eyes of the young man called Philip burned with rage. "Uncle Cleo, and everyone else, have you ever thought about how all the prestigious families in Atlanta will view the Wildenstein Family after this? What kind of impression would our clansmen have towards our family? This Wildenstein Building, this company with a market value of hundreds of billions, wasn't the original intention of our ancestors to build it to protect our people and our bloodline? "
"What a powerful speech!"
In the first seat on the right, a lady in a red suit with an air of nobility clapped for the young man with a smile. "I've always thought that your talent lies in politics, Philip. If there's such a day, your voters will definitely fall for your speeches."
"Don't praise him like that, Margaret. You'll make him forget himself even more. If a naive fellow like him really goes into politics, he'll be eaten up by others until not even his bones are left. "
The plump middle-aged man laughed and shook his head slightly. "Since Philip mentioned that pitiful little girl, then let's put this matter to a vote. How about those who agree to rescue Hazel and rescue her from the hands of the Dragon Witch Cult, please raise your hands? I think that if the number of people exceeds one-third, we can mobilize our private army. "
But in the end, after ten seconds, the twenty people present, including Conxiuli Wildenstein, were all indifferent. This caused Philip Wildenstein's face to turn red. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred.
"Wow! Only Philip? "
Margaret Wildenstein, the lady in the red suit, first let out a gasp of surprise, then looked at Jennifer Wildenstein. "You really surprised me, Jennifer. There are so many people in the conference room, and I thought that only you would agree with his views. "
"I don't understand why you're saying that, Aunt Margaret."
Jennifer's face darkened. "May I ask what's the reason?"
"I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else."
Margaret's lips twitched. "I've heard about your family. Your mother and Vivian are very close, and your family's situation is very similar."
Jennifer clenched her fists under the table, and the veins on her hands suddenly popped.
But just as she was about to respond, Philip's unstable breathing suddenly calmed down. "Everyone, I've heard of a saying recently. The reason why our Wildenstein family is indifferent to the little girl's plight is actually because of an exchange. We gave Hazel as a tribute to the Dragon Lady of Calamity, Adrianna, in exchange for the Princess not taking revenge on our family for the death of the Dragon God of Calamity, Disfalk. "
"Nonsense!"
The plump middle-aged man immediately stood up with a furious expression. "Shut up, Philip. Do you know what you're saying? Rascal. "
"Of course I know."
At that moment, Philip's entire body was abruptly burning with a golden-white flame, and his eyes were filled with ridicule as he looked at everyone present. "All of you disappoint me. A bunch of people who say that family ties and the history and honor of the Wildenstein family are extremely important. But when it comes to protecting the family's honor and protecting our people, all of you behave like a bunch of rats in the gutter. I don't understand, what honor does the Wildenstein family have to speak of? Forget it, since all of you are not willing to save the little girl, then I will use my own strength to intervene. If anyone dares to stop me, or use other methods to obstruct me. I, Philip, swear that I will use my entire life to make all of you pay the price! I don't care who it is, even if he is my father. "
After he finished, he immediately turned and left, his hands covering his nose and mouth, as though he was disgusted by the stench.
When he pushed the door open and left, the plump man seemed to feel his heart palpitate. He used his hands to cover his chest, and sat down with a pale face.
"As expected of someone who has awakened the bloodline of the Holy Dragon, Oswald. His sense of justice is unparalleled."
Margaret chuckled and retracted her gaze from the door. "But we can't really ignore him, can we? It will be very troublesome. "
"Of course! The Dragon Witch Cult is not our responsibility. "
Cleo Wildenstein, the sinister-looking man on the left, said calmly, "Six hundred years ago, we joined hands to form this Federation. We watched as powerful organizations like the FBI and the CIA were established, paying billions of dollars in taxes every year. Wasn't it because we hoped that they would take care of the security problems that we couldn't handle? At this time, when the main body of the company is about to move to Manhattan, the Wildenstein family can't have any more enemies. Roderio, Philip is your son, so you will be responsible for stopping him. Father, what do you think? "
"Sure."
Conxiuli Wildenstein seemed disinterested. He stood up again and walked to the door of the conference room. "Philip wants to save the little girl, that is his freedom. If you want to stop him, that is also your right."
After he left, everyone in the room couldn't help but frown, not knowing what he meant.
Jennifer was also confused. She was thinking about her grandfather's words. What did he mean?
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