"Boswell Mining Company is powerfully established and has many collaborative enterprises in Frank."
This was Owen’s only line, and even without Nicholas’s refusal, his former allies had elbowed him out.
Fuming, Owen left and received the investigation report that evening. Wayne had not bribed the grand duchess, had never even met her. He spent his days in leisure, wining, dining, and exhausting his female secretary.
Owen didn’t believe he lost to Nicholas; it must have been a miracle for Murphy Mining to win. Certainly, Wayne must have played some kind of trick.
"So, I’m not as good as him because I’m no match for a female secretary?"
"Boss, do you know something?"
In the presidential suite, Nicholas was reporting the good news. Seeing Wayne’s nonchalant face, he decisively confirmed his suspicions.
Womanizing was just a facade; the boss had hoodwinked everyone and captured the Albert Steel Company.
The question was, how did he do it?
Nicholas knew too well the difficulty of the task, as the geographical significance of Luzelburg had made the bidding a political statement.
"Who knows? Maybe it’s just luck. My luck has always been good," Wayne said, lounging on the sofa with Secretary Mona standing behind him.
This scene reminded Nicholas of the big boss, Austin—it wasn’t exactly the same but a perfect replica.
Nicholas was profoundly impressed by the bloodline of the Randao Family. He bowed respectfully, "Boss, the Albert Steel Company is hosting a banquet at the Ducal Palace tonight. I’ve invited a few business partners to join. Will you be attending?"
"No, I still have research tonight. Take the entire team with you. You’ve all worked hard these days, so have fun," Wayne replied.
"Research?" Nicholas perked up. What research? Randao Family’s business secrets?
"Hmm, research her," Wayne indicated Mona standing behind him. Her expression was calm, as if accustomed to being researched.
So this was the Randao Family’s business secret. It was too profound, not something an ordinary person like him could learn.
Nicholas was momentarily at a loss for words, finally squeezing out, "Boss, take care of yourself. The future of the company can’t do without you."
After speaking, he left awkwardly.
"Ha ha ha, that guy is quite interesting."
Wayne laughed outright and stroked his chin, knowing that the interesting aspect wasn’t Nicholas but the experience of observing everything from a higher vantage point.
"Capitalism indeed has aspects worth learning, especially in leading one to decadence. It hasn’t been long, and I’m already getting carried away," Wayne shook his head and said to Mona, "You’ve been busy designing clothes lately and neglected our meditations. I just gave you a reward. No reward tonight, but let’s change places, and I’ll set up the Hades Meditation Array again."
Mona nodded, hoping to be discovered that evening so she could again help Wayne cover his tracks.
Wayne didn’t leave the hotel immediately. He watched some antique television and only went out at around ten in the evening.
Over ten black figures utilized the cover of night and silently completed the encirclement of the large hotel.
"The target is in the grand hotel, and most uninvolved people have left. The remaining tourists are ordinary folks and won’t matter."
"Is everything ready?"
"All set, the Forbidden Magic Domain, Mirror Space Projection Barrier. They’re as good as dead... But is it necessary, to use such precious items on them?"
"Don’t underestimate them. They’re the first members of the Moonlight Church that entered Lundan. Without the Spatial Barrier, it’s hard for us to take them down."
"I just feel it’s a waste. We could have ambushed a Legendary Mage..."
"No more talk, follow the orders from above. Just do it."
Wayne stepped out of the suite and stood at the elevator on the fifth floor, humming a tune that Mona had never heard, waiting for the elevator indicator to move above.
Wayne’s breath hitched, and he turned rigidly to look at the end of the hallway incredulously.
A grey, deathly aura, a terrifying sense of oppression...
The Death Knight had arrived!
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