"Mr. Marcus, what about your involvement in smuggling?" Saxon smiled tenderly, shocking the directors who all looked at Mr. Marcus. Saxon continued, "What benefits does Mr. Marcus gain from my joining the Noblefull Group? Are you claiming to be innocent?"The faces of the directors became even more unpleasant as they glared at Mr. Marcus. One of them, trembling, asked, "Mr. Marcus, is what Mr. Saxon said true?"Mr. Marcus gave him a cold glance, causing him to shrink like a sparrow, diminishing his presence. Mr. Marcus raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Speaking of smuggling, the Noblefull Group was involved in smuggling in the early years. It even played with drugs. What are diamonds in comparison? My connection with Saxon was established by the chairman himself. So, it's not my responsibility. Why are you dragging me into this? I am more innocent than a birdie.""Marcus, you are just being crafty," Alston Smith slammed the table. "For several years, I have left the Noblefull Group's affa
"Mr. Marcus, there's no benefit for you to do this. If you want to play, maybe I can accompany you. Ultimately, it's unknown who will end up losing miserably. Do you really think I would face you without any defenses?" Saxon chuckled, his melancholic demeanor evoking trust from deep within.Mr. Marcus raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you saying you're declaring war against me?""Don't say war, I prefer the word competition," Saxon chuckled lightly, his gaze shifting with a hint of coldness. That dark aura emanating from hell made people involuntarily tremble.The entire magnificent hall suddenly seemed to be shrouded in a dark and heavy veil, menacing and dangerous. Everyone could feel the intimidating pressure belonging to the Godfather of the Mafia.Meanwhile, Mr. Marcus sat calmly as if nothing was happening, showing no signs of awareness. Fearless and undaunted, he wore his usual elegant but aloof smile, a display of unwavering confidence that no one would doubt.Two opposing a
"That's exactly what I wanted to say to you, Mr. Saxon. It was you who initiated the conflict with me. On the first day you joined in the Noblefull Group, I warned you not to oppose me. You disregarded my words. How my father and I struggle is our own business, and there's no room for outsiders to interfere. Yet, you insisted on involving yourself in this quagmire. It's as if you don't take me seriously. You've eaten my troops on my territory, yet you blame me for opposing you. Isn't that laughable?""I must assist Old Mr. Alston. It's not my intention to oppose you. As a son, you should reflect on your actions," Saxon said in a deep voice, his jade-green eyes showing a hint of displeasure."Don't you think you're the one being ridiculous?" Mr. Marcus crossed his arms. He stared at Saxon. "Why does it concern you how my father and I interact? Who are you to meddle to such an extent?""How do you know I'm not qualified to meddle?" Saxon slightly squinted his eyes and smiled suddenly. "
As Camellia and Rose approached the vicinity of the Smith Estate, they saw Mr. Marcus's car speeding past. Camellia blinked, somewhat admiring her brother's driving skills.Soon, several people started coming out of the Smith Estate, getting into cars and leaving. They all had unusual expressions, none of them looking too good.Camellia raised an eyebrow, her exceptionally beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of surprise."What's going on?" Rose hadn't paid much attention to the entrance of the Smith Estate but followed Camellia's gaze. He saw Saxon pushing Dennis, and there was a softness on the melancholic prince's face as they talked.Dennis appeared anxious, clutching onto Saxon and saying something, while Saxon calmly reassured him.Camellia's face turned colder, her eyes slowly narrowing as a dangerous glint passed through them."Rose, drive to Saxon's hotel."Rose raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. She turned the car around and headed down the mountain. "What happened?"
It was pitch black, without a trace of human presence. The black curtains fluttered in the wind, exuding a chaotic allure.Camellia narrowed her eyes, using her keen perception to analyze the level of danger in the air.Zero!She relaxed her guard and didn't bother turning on the lights, since her vision remained the same in both daylight and darkness. The presidential suite was incredibly luxurious. Camellia carefully searched and found several documents on the table, which were records of transactions between Mr. Marcus and Saxon. Camellia squinted and discreetly put them down.The wind howled on the ninety-second floor, and the black curtains danced like devil's wings. Camellia looked closely at the window sill, slightly surprised. Just as she was about to walk over, Rose said, "Camellia, once you find his head, come down immediately. You only have five minutes.""I understand."Stopping in her tracks, she headed towards the direction of the large bed.The enormous black bed was ne
The hotel's alarm bells rang, sharp and piercing. Camellia smirked, quickening her pace.Who was Herman?Camellia had been dominating the assassin world for nearly ten years since she started at thirteen. She had encountered all kinds of men and adversaries, but she had always managed to deal with them. Sometimes, brains were just as important for an assassin.She and Rose had ruled the Assassin world for so many years with absolute dominance, but she had never expected to encounter a master like Herman. It truly confirmed the saying: there's always someone stronger out there.Camellia remembered the face of a handsome man who was comparable to a god, with a cold expression and beautiful eyes. She felt like the world was fantastical, and the more dangerous and beautiful his eyes were, the more they had a soul-captivating beauty.When she failed in pursuing Edward back then, Camellia was heartbroken. She made a big promise that she would find a man ten times more beautiful than Edward.
"Don't dodge, I will disable you even if it costs me a hand. None of us can expect to have it easy," Camellia smirked seductively. If he wanted her, Camellia, to get hurt, he would have to pay a price as well."Looking for death!" Herman coldly snorted, spreading his fingers and swiftly grabbing Camellia's neck.Finally, Camellia heard this man make a sound, cold and sinister. She hadn't even had a chance to marvel at the sexiness of Herman's voice when his fingers were already within reach...Hanging by a thread.Camellia spun around, gripping his arm tightly as their bodies violently collided from the side. Although Camellia was very strong, her strength surpassed that of ordinary men. But Herman, he was no ordinary man...He had surpassed Camellia in physical fitness.He took advantage of the opportunity, wrapping his arm around her and holding her tightly in his arms. The man's firm chest had a steady heartbeat, displaying his strong vitality. Before Camellia could resist, Herman
Herman raised an eyebrow. He was clearly a cold and cunning man, but in a moment, a seductive glint passed through his enchanting purple eyes. It was a breathtaking and thrilling beauty that Camellia silently repeated ten times in her heart."I'm not a lascivious woman, I'm not a lascivious woman, I'm not a lascivious woman..."Damn it, the spell didn't work. Well, she was a lascivious woman!But Herman, if you enjoyed poking me like this, at least show some expression of enjoyment. Acting so coldly makes me wonder if you were questioning my feminine charm?Herman poked her breasts again, wearing an expression that said, "I'm cool, anyone who offends me will die".Camellia wanted... to punch him.However, a charming smile lit up her face. "Herman, my dear, don't you know what 'don't touch without permission' means?"A true man!Both of them were in a sorry state, one seductive and the other sinister, a collision of fire and ice.A few sparks flew...Herman's lips curled slightly, seemi