From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 763 I oppose this marriage

"Cough cough cough puff."

The tranquility in the room was completely broken when Amber coughed violently because she was choked by her own saliva.

Amber finally caught his breath and stared at Agnes with wide eyes. His mind went into a brief blackout. He had never thought that Agnes would be so straightforward, especially in front of other people.

The originally relaxed air seemed to suddenly freeze and the temperature dropped drastically. Isabel stood up almost at the moment Agnes finished speaking.

The usual gentle smile on her face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a coldness mixed with shock and determination, and a layer of frost quietly covered her soft face.

"Your Highness, with all due respect, is it too hasty to make this proposal at this time?"

Isabel's voice was still clear, but the slight tremor in it had been replaced by an unquestionable firmness, and her whole body was like a sharp blade that had just been unsheathed, its edge beginning to show.

Agnes turned around slowly, and her originally calm red eyes now showed a hint of displeasure.

In her eyes, Isabel was just a member of the Irons family under the rule of the Leon royal family, a descendant of her vassal, and a beautiful but weightless dependant of Amber.

This blatant, almost confrontational opposition made her feel offended and unhappy, which was an instinctive reaction of a superior to the challenge to order.

"Lady Isabel"

Agnes' voice was still steady, but it revealed an invisible pressure, which was the majesty that naturally exuded from those who had been in a superior position for a long time.

"Is your behavior a bit rude? This doesn't seem to be something you should comment on."

"Impolite?"

Isabel met Agnes's scrutinizing gaze without flinching. Her soft blue eyes seemed so strong at this moment, and she stood straighter at this moment.

"Your Highness, what you just said is not only related to Mr. Amber's personal decision, but also directly related to the future strategic direction and core interests of the Atlas Group! Such a major decision cannot be made so rashly!"

Agnes raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she had not expected that this usually docile and decent woman would be so tough. She no longer concealed her displeasure on her face, and her tone became sharp:
"Oh? Then what qualifications do you have to interfere in the affairs between me and Mr. Amber?"

An invisible spiritual pressure, the "Dragon Power" unique to the Leon royal family, quietly emanated from Agnes, spreading like water waves, silently pressing down on the opponent in front of her in an attempt to make her surrender.

However, to Agnes's surprise, facing this pressure that was enough to shake the minds of ordinary people, Isabel only swayed slightly and then stood straighter.

Instead of backing down, she straightened her back. An extremely strong aura, completely different from her usual gentleness, emanated from her. It was a kind of resilience and decisiveness that came from years of hard work, and she even seemed to be able to compete with Long Wei.

"Qualifications? It seems that Your Highness doesn't know enough."

Isabel's lips curled up in an icy arc, and her voice echoed clearly and firmly in the room, with every word having a powerful impact.

"I am one of the earliest founding members of the Atlas Group. I have personally witnessed and participated in the group's development from scratch to where it is today! I am also the third largest shareholder who controls 12.3% of the group's shares! Your Highness, please think carefully about whether I am qualified to make decisions about this 'marriage' that may affect the future of the entire group?"

The coldness on Agnes' face froze instantly, and her pupils shrank slightly.

She suddenly realized that she had indeed ignored, or never really paid attention to, Isabel who was with Amber.

In her inherent understanding, this descendant of the imperial nobility was more like an exquisite vase, a background board that depended on the strong, but now this "vase" showed a sharpness and confidence that was completely beyond her expectations.

The third largest shareholder of Atlas Group, with a 12.3% stake. This is indeed not information that can be taken lightly, and it also means that Isabel has a pivotal position and voice within the Atlas Group.

A subtle sense of crisis quietly crept into Agnes' heart. She realized that none of the women around Amber seemed to be easy to deal with.

This Isabel, as her nominal subject, not only dared to oppose her proposal face to face, but also had the power to shake the decision-making of the Atlas Group.

After a brief moment of shock, Agnes quickly adjusted her mind. She took a deep breath, suppressed her displeasure, and a faint smile reappeared on her face, but that smile seemed more calculated to Amber.

"I see, Sir Isabel is a very secretive person~"

Agnes spoke calmly, as if the previous gaffe had never happened. She smiled at Isabel and continued:

"But even if you are the third largest shareholder of Atlas, that is only a business identity. Marriage is ultimately a personal matter. It seems that you have no right to interfere with Mr. Amber's personal choice, let alone his marriage, right?"

The imperial princess diverted the topic from group interests to personal feelings, trying to undermine Isabel's position and turn this into a jealousy between women rather than a business game.

Upon hearing this, Isabel did not get sidetracked but took a step forward, moving closer to Agnes, with an almost provocative look in her eyes.

"Private matter? Haha, Your Highness is right. Then, as Mr. Amber's legitimate girlfriend, isn't it more normal for you to step forward and drive away the third party who is trying to interfere in our relationship?"

"you!"

Even though Agnes was a scheming woman, she was still angered by Isabel's ruthless and blunt words that were almost humiliating.

In her long life, no one had ever dared to speak to her so brazenly! She was the empress of the empire who was about to ascend the throne! This was simply a slap in her face!
But her strong self-control allowed her to suppress her surging emotions. She even maintained a sneer on her face, but the coldness in her eyes was even stronger.

"It's just a 'girlfriend', Sir Isabel, you have to understand that the status has not been determined yet, and everything is possible. If Mr. Amber and I get married first, then your so-called 'girlfriend' will probably become a thing of the past."

Agnes' voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm, piercing Isabel like an ice pick. Her words were both a counterattack and a naked declaration and threat, implying that the legitimacy and stability of a royal marriage were far beyond the status of a 'girlfriend'.

Faced with Agnes's sarcasm and potential threats, Isabel seemed unusually calm, even confident.

She tilted her head slightly, as if she didn't take the Queen's threat seriously at all. There was a calm smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was a hint of amusement in that smile, as if she was watching a poor performance.

"Your Highness, I am really looking forward to what you said. If you are really confident, you may as well compete with me fairly and impartially, but..."

Isabel changed the subject and cast a meaningful look at Agnes, who saw a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"I don't mind how many outstanding women around Amber are attracted to him. This proves that I have good taste. But I hope Your Highness can remember one thing - everything has a first come, first served order. As a latecomer, it is better not to covet some positions."

Although Isabel did not say the word "prime wife", its meaning was self-evident, and the implication of declaring sovereignty was even stronger.

The air in the conference room seemed to be ignited by the silent smoke of gunpowder between these two women. One was the new queen who was pressing forward step by step, using the future of the empire as a bargaining chip; the other was the group veteran and the legitimate girlfriend who had long since turned into Amber, who was using her deep roots and emotions as a shield and would not give up an inch.

Amber, who was caught in the middle, found herself a complete bystander, or a priceless "prize". Although she herself quite enjoyed the situation of being envied by others.

He stared at the scene in amazement, especially the strong and fierce attitude displayed by Isabel, which was completely different from her usual gentle, quiet and considerate image.

This huge contrast surprised Amber greatly. At the same time, he felt strange but familiar with Isabel. He looked at Isabel's pretty face, which was slightly flushed with excitement, and her eyes that were unyielding and flashing with determination. Another familiar figure involuntarily emerged in his mind.
Ellenita.

Amber suddenly realized that after the showdown between this pair of "good friends", their relationship not only did not deteriorate, but instead formed a kind of "offensive and defensive alliance"?
Moreover, the strong temperament and words that Isabel showed today made Amber feel that they were too similar. He guessed that after the two formed an "offensive and defensive alliance", Alanita might have taught Isabel a lot of lessons.
However, Amber also knew that she couldn't continue to watch the show like this. The two sides would most likely continue to deal with each other in the future, and they couldn't enter into such a tense situation today.

Thinking of this, he rubbed his brows, trying to sort out the mess in his mind, and spoke carefully, choosing his words:

"Your Highness, your proposal is a little sudden. Marriage is no small matter. Moreover, it seems that there is no emotional foundation between you and me, right?"

When Agnes heard him say this, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, forming a playful arc, and her ruby-like eyes sparkled with bright light. It was a kind of self-confidence that came from her bones, and it was also accompanied by an unquestionable certainty and pride.

"Emotional foundation?" She chuckled, with the reserve and nobility that is unique to the royal family, "Mr. Amber, feelings can be cultivated slowly. The saying 'love grows over time' is not something that is said casually in the Empire."

(End of this chapter)