"Philip the First has already admitted defeat. How rare. It's rare to see him lower his head and admit defeat. "
While the few people on the top floor of the Wildenstein Building were signing the contract, in an old manor in the north of the City of Atlanta.
An old man who was lying on a rocking chair suddenly stood up and looked at the few people who were floating in the clouds with sharp eyes.
"You seem surprised?"
Alisa looked at her great-grandfather in confusion. "Roland Benedict has already lost. If not for someone intervening, he would have been minced into meat paste by my boss's maid."
"Child, you don't know the power that old bastard Philip has."
The old man slowly lay back down. "He's like a spider hiding in the dark, weaving a huge web that outsiders can't fathom in a corner that no one notices. And now, he has admitted defeat to Conxiuli. Do you know what this means? "
Alisa pondered for a moment. "You mean that Conxiuli is so strong that he has no chance of winning?"
"Clever girl, I must tell you that in this confrontation, there must have been a secret war that we don't know about. I think Philip the First is at a disadvantage overall. Of course, Roland Benedict's unexpected defeat is the key to victory. "
The old man said in a rueful tone and handed a document to Alisa. "You can leave now, little girl. Atlanta should be safe now. Also, take this with you. It's all yours. "
Alisa flipped through it in confusion. It was a transfer of several assets, including shares and real estate, worth about 250 million gold guilders.
For a Targaryen family with many descendants, this was a huge sum.
But after reading it, she sneered. "This is my reward for following the right person, right? I'm curious. What will happen if Ammo loses? Will he throw me out? "
"You have a sharp tongue!"
The old man leisurely rocked the rocking chair. "I had you forcibly brought here for your safety! You little bastard, can't you tell the difference between good intentions? You must understand, Alyssa. Every Targaryen has his own path. I've never interfered with their choices. I've only done my best to help them. I've done this for your father, and I've done the same for you, Eliza. However, apart from that, I'm sorry that I can't do more. Your Boss has unlimited potential. House Targaryen can work with him, but there's no need for us to get too deeply involved. This is how our family conducts itself. "
"You make it sound very brilliant, very thorough, and very far-sighted, but it's a pity. I just realized that you're actually very envious, aren't you? I mean Robert Linden. If you had stood on my boss's side at that time, you might have been able to cut off some meat from those two fellows. Unfortunately, there's only one such opportunity. "
Eliza sneered and walked out the door with the documents in her hand. "Bye bye, old man! Thank you for dinner. In return for this fortune, I will help the family put in a good word for my boss. If I understand correctly, not only do you want to invest in his ship group, but you also want to be a shareholder when he goes to the Dark World to open up, right? Also, send my greetings to the lord in the room next door. Since he doesn't want to see me, I won't disturb him. "
When the figure of the female Mystic Hunter disappeared behind the door, Kieran was stunned. The old man on the rocking chair sat up abruptly, holding his forehead with a headache. "Why are young people so difficult to fool these days?"
"I told you that you underestimated her."
At this moment, the figure of a young man walked out from the other side of the room. His expression was one of helplessness. "But I never expected this outcome. Unfortunately! While I could see that Roland Benedict would suffer a crushing defeat, I didn't have Robert Linden's decisiveness. He got a free ride. "
"But we're not like the Linden family. There's an irreconcilable hatred between them and the Howard family. There's no need for us to get involved, is there?"
Although this was the old man's words, he could sense the envy in his tone.
Who in this world would not be moved by an asset worth tens of billions of gold duns? The only thing House Targaryen lacked was money —
… …
"Cheers! To my boss's victory. "
Also in the north of the City of Atlanta, in a quiet and elegant villa. Nanette Drew took the initiative to raise his glass and clinked it with Lady Yisolte.
The latter smiled bitterly and took a sip. Then, with a complicated tone, she said, "You defeated Nanette. It seems that I underestimated the son of a family friend. He won this war. I never thought that he would have a sniper close to the level of a demigod under his command. And — "
She paused and fixed her gaze on the screen in front of her, at the image displayed by magic.
"A true demigod!"
"Y 'lisabet, that's because you don't know him."
Nanette Drew smiled. "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, because I'm in the mountains. I don't think this Eastern poem is accurate. If you don't get close to someone, how can you truly understand a person? Take my boss for example. If you keep your distance, you'll never know what he's hiding under his coat. "
Ms. Drew's eyes were also a little strange. She thought to herself, Did I not underestimate Andre this time?
Hazel Wildenstein. She had always thought that he was her boss' strongest trump card, but he hadn't used it until the end of the war.
Facing two wars at the same time, did he still have the strength to spare?
Nannet Drew quickly suppressed that thought. He poured himself another glass of wine and raised it in his hand, "This is to thank you for introducing me to this job. Y 'lisabet, to be honest, I'm very grateful. "
"It's rare to hear you thank someone with such a serious expression."
Y 'lisabet Yisolte had a strange look on her face. "But I wasn't sure if this job was suitable for you. I thought you would reject it. I just wanted to let André give it a try. "
"I had no other choice, Y 'lisabet."
Nanette smiled. "Fortunately, this last and most unavoidable choice gave me a chance to make a comeback."
Hearing this, Yisolte's expression turned serious. "Nanette, I can feel your resentment. You want revenge, right?"
At this moment, she received a satellite call. When the Comptroller of the City of Atlanta ended the call and returned to her seat in the courtyard, her face lit up with joy.
"Another piece of good news from Madam Blaed's disciple. Nanette, the Benedict family will hand over the Atlantic Intercontinental Bank they control, as well as about ten billion gold duns in assets. "
"Atlantic Intercontinental Bank? Evel Benedict Did she agree? I'm asking too much. With the current situation, she doesn't need to agree at all. "
"In fact, she can't do anything even if she doesn't agree, unless she wants to see the Vine Saint Roland die. This is the mediation of the Magic Association. No matter how biased Madam Christie Blaed is, she can't go against the rules — "
As she spoke, Yisolte was deep in thought.
"You know what this means, don't you, Nanette?"
She was actually thinking about the impact this upheaval would have on her personally.
The friendship between the Yisolte family and Li Chunchu's family was enough for her to get the support she wanted from Andre Lee Wildenstein.
"Hundreds of billions of gold duns in funds, and the power to restrain the Benedict family. The rise of my boss can no longer be stopped. No! He is now one of the most powerful people in Atlanta. "
Nanette walked to the window with a glass of wine in her hand. Then, she reached out her hand in front of her in a daze. It was as if something was right in front of her, within her reach.
"Look, Y 'lisabet. I have a good hand now. With this kind of support, why can't I try to return to that place? From the center of power in that world of light, take back everything that once belonged to me! "
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