LOGIN"Mr. Lee?"
The person speaking looked at him in confusion.
Chris didn’t care about the influence these people had in LA. He grabbed one of them and asked, "It’s her. Do you know this streamer?"
The person was stunned. "Mr. Lee, this is the business association. She’s just a small-time streamer..."
"What do you know!" Chris didn’t say the rest of his thoughts aloud, but his irritation was clear. "Forget it, I’ll find her myself."
ClearWater Alley, Harmony Clinic—he could follow the navigation to get there.
This meeting, which was meant to attract foreign investment, had originally been set up for Chris’s benefit. Now that he wanted to leave, others were definitely going to be upset.
"Mr. Lee, the meeting isn’t finished yet. You..."
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He suddenly remembered that a couple of days ago, he had been in high spirits, thrilled at the prospect of controlling a small country for the first time in his life. To celebrate, he drank with a few of his subordinates, and after having too much, he inadvertently let the news slip.He never expected that this matter would actually reach the ears of Mystic Vale."N-no... it wasn't me..." Cade's lips trembled as he used the last of his strength to defend himself: "This has nothing to do with me, Lord Mystic Vale, you must believe me.""I don't care if it's you or your dog." Mystic Vale cut him off, his voice as cold as ancient ice: "Have you forgotten the rules of the Obsidian Gang?"A desperate whimper escaped Cade's throat, and he could no longer utter a single word.The first rule of the Obsidian Gang was that anyone who leaked the organization's secrets would die.And his subordinate, in order to earn some extra cash, had leaked the plan
Cade set down his wine glass, the mockery and nonchalance on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a deep sense of dread.He bent forward slightly, his voice dry as he spoke: "Lord Mystic Vale... why are you here?"The others quickly followed suit, bowing their heads and not daring to meet Mystic Vale's gaze. The council chamber, which had been filled with noise just moments before, was now so silent that a pin drop could be heard. Only the soft sound of Mystic Vale's fingers rolling his prayer beads echoed through the vast hall, piercingly sharp.Mystic Vale ignored Cade's question and slowly walked to the obsidian throne at the head of the room, taking a seat.His posture was casual, yet exuded an innate authority. He lifted his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present. That look was indifferent and cold, as if he were watching a group of clowns."Sit down." Mystic Vale's voice was extremely soft, yet carried a commanding forc
A group of despicable people all targeted Ethereal Lumin Hold for its treasures, which is why they destroyed it without mercy."I know." Alfonso's voice grew heavy as he tightened his grip on Amelia's hand. "I've never forgotten what those hypocritical orthodox sects did to us."Amelia saw the hatred in his eyes, intertwining with her own. The corners of her mouth curled into a cold arc. "Talan, Azure Citadel Sect, Solaris Hold, Mistpeak Sect—every sect that participated in the siege of Ethereal Lumin Hold, I remember them all. They think that with our sect destroyed, they can rest easy. But they're wrong. As long as I live, I will make them pay.""I am the Princess of Great Abyssin, a disciple of Ethereal Lumin Hold, Amelia.""All this time, I've been searching for the remaining strongholds of their sects. I will break into each one, make them taste the agony of losing everything. Those who did this are gone, but their sects still exist. The debts
Alfonso still kept his eyes tightly shut, showing not the slightest reaction.Could it be that the problem lies with his soul?Amelia stared intently at the silver needle; the silver needle indeed showed no reaction at all.Amelia did not give up and continued to insert the silver needle into other acupoints one after another.The silver needle pierced the skin and trembled slightly, but it never triggered any unusual aura.Tiny beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, and the uneasiness in her heart grew heavier.Where exactly did things go wrong?If it's not a physical issue, nor the soul leaving the body, then why can't Alfonso wake up?She couldn't help but doubt her own medical skills. Had her abilities started to decline after the last battle?Or was it that someone had used an even more sinister spell on Alfonso, one so subtle that even her silver needle couldn't detect it?She let out a heavy sig
The new energy industry has been the main focus of the Cromwell Group's strategy in recent years, and it is also their core competitiveness for the future. If Obsidian Group were to acquire the core patents, the new energy sector would be completely destroyed."Thank you," Amelia said softly."We're family, there's no need for formalities. That's what Alfonso taught me," Carl's voice carried a gentle warmth. "Don't worry too much about the Obsidian Gang. They may appear unbreakable, but in reality, they're not as united as they seem. Those people are only together for profit. Once the chain of interests is broken, they'll fall apart on their own."Amelia's eyes brightened a little. He was right—profit was the true bond holding these people together. No one would foolishly join an organization if there was no money to be made."Understood," Amelia nodded lightly. "I'll return as soon as I've finished handling things here."Carl smiled faintly.
"I can help you get in touch with the core members of the Obsidian Gang, but..." Grayson said in a low voice, "but you must guarantee the safety of myself, my son, and the Ramirez Group.""Don't worry." Amelia nodded. "As long as you truly cooperate, I, Amelia, always keep my word."She then extended her hand. "Pleasure working with you, Mr. Ramirez."Grayson looked at her outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, but finally shook it. "Pleasure working with you, Ms. Cromwell."He was no longer as relaxed as when he first entered; instead, there was a trace of awe in his gaze toward Amelia.Amelia was more like a chess master. From the moment she brought Dillon back to the Cromwell Group, to Grayson's arrival, every step they took, every word they spoke, was within Amelia's calculations."Ms. Cromwell, no wonder there are so many stories about you circulating online." Grayson's eyes deepened. "If one doesn't meet you in person, it's impossi







