How could something go wrong at such a critical moment?
The secretary chuckled helplessly, her voice tinged with resignation.
"Well... it seems a prominent family in Aethelburg suddenly intervened, their stance is aggressive. They've sent emissaries to negotiate with the parties originally collaborating with us. They've offered better terms and are subtly pressuring the others to choose sides..."
Aethelburg family?
Tristan Lowell coldly glared at Cora Lowell.
"Is it that man's doing?"
"Without the Lowell Family, what do you think you are?"
He spoke each word slowly, his tone so dark it seemed to drip with malice.
"What if one day you're toyed with to death, thrown into the sea, who would know?"
Cora Lowell's lips curled into a gentle smile.
She put her chopsticks down, pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped the corner of her mouth.
"I said, I want you dead."
"So, before I close my eyes, I must send you on your way first."
