The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

On the contrary, as her wrist was grasped by Farrow's iron-like grip, she almost looked forward to what would happen next.

Her body and mind had been almost completely transformed by ** at this point.

Eh? ? ?

Throw me on the bed?

Could it be that he really wants to attack me?

My head is dizzy.....It's not a bad idea to do this...

At this moment, the being named 'Angelina' has temporarily lost her sanity, and only her endless sexual instincts are controlling her body.

She looked so pitiful when she was thrown on the bed, with charming lust in her eyes.

The lower abdomen is itchy and dry, and the limbs are restless.

Even Faro's attention could not help but be attracted by her.

He met her eyes.

Angelina became even more excited and kept twisting her waist.

Imagine being treated rudely in a moment...

Is my head going to be pressed roughly on the bed?

Or being oppressed.

Even...strangling both sides of her neck and making her eyes roll back.

The extremely noble daughter of a genius has been reduced to a plaything for someone else to sing and moan under.

It really is...

It's so fascinating.

Those scenes from novels that were buried deep in Angelina's memory and that she had read were now being unearthed.

It played in her mind like a projector.

Faro was possessed by some strange force.

Her eyes drew me to the bed.

At this time, in the central monitoring room.

Crest was overjoyed when he saw the two people about to hug each other.

"It's finally going to happen!"

He had intended to continue watching.

However, at this moment, the other monitoring mages all looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Sir, this is Miss Leshiti after all. Should we...step aside?"

A wizard reminded quietly.

Crest stared and said:

"Nonsense! If something went wrong and they didn't get married, and we didn't know about it because we were avoiding it, who would take the responsibility?"

"But...."

"No buts! I must ensure that there are no mistakes in any link."

The mages wanted to say something, but were frightened by Crest's power and shut their mouths.

We had no choice but to watch the movie together.

At this moment, an old voice was heard behind Kleist.

"Crest, that's enough."

He followed the sound.

Behind him was his mentor.

——Grand Speaker Milgrom.

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Chapter 55: Did I do it? I said, if I did it

"Your Excellency the Grand Speaker..."

The mages immediately stood up and bowed humbly.

His eyes were uneasy and the expression on his face was extremely terrified.

This action of quickly obeying the orders of the Grand Speaker seemed to prove his loyalty.

- My lord, please listen carefully. We didn't want to see your great-granddaughter. It was Kleist who forced us to see her.

Seeing the monitor who had just tried to disobey his orders.

Immediately behaved obediently in front of Milgrom.

Crest's brows immediately darkened.

It was not until Milgrom came up to him that he nodded slightly and said, "Your Excellency the Grand Speaker."

"Cleist."

Milgrom's old sense of calm and detachment is gone.

It can be seen from his angry eyes that he is not in a good mood.

"what do you mean?"

"Is Lishidi's reputation unimportant to you? Then is my reputation not enough for you?"

After saying this, he no longer looked at Kleist.

He looked directly at the group of monitors, "Turn off all the surveillance cameras in the workshop, and destroy the recordings as well!"

"Yes!"

The monitor sprang into action.

The harsh sound of the shattering crystal echoed in Crest's ears.

He clenched his fists tightly in pride.

"Please wait a moment, Grand Chancellor, I am doing this to ensure that ..."

"This is my fucking granddaughter!"

Milgrom growled.

"Her parents are dead. I am the only one who has the right to decide what to do with her! Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to give orders to my granddaughter?!"

"You're fucking worthy?"

Before Kleist could finish the second half of his sentence, it was drowned out by the roar of the Grand Speaker.

The vicious words were spoken without any regard for human feelings, accompanied by spit.

All of it sprayed on Crest.

Milgrom had rarely been so angry.

The last time he got angry was sixty-three years ago, when Leshiti's parents were not yet born.

But Kleist was born.

And unfortunately, he was also the target of Milgrom's anger last time.

It was because he had concealed it from Milgrom and advocated that the lawmakers annex the Lumonlaka Chamber of Commerce.

The reason he gave was that these shameless businessmen would sell all of our country's highest wisdom to others.

We should restrict this behavior and take all the channels into our own hands.

He indeed thought so at the time and did it. He wanted to prevent his country from losing its advantage due to excessive indulgence.

If it were just him, Milgrom could have organized it.

However, he called other MPs to join him.

My mentor, Milgrom, has always been conciliatory and neutral.

He knows this very well.

So even though Milgrom wanted to stop him, he was no match for the opposition from other congressmen.

My mentor's thoughts are too corrupt, too weak, and too stagnant.

Sixty-three years ago, under his leadership, the magic technology of the Lumenglaka Islands was indeed making continuous progress.

However, the international status of their Arcane Ring is gradually declining.

They keep shouting about equality, progress and openness, but they can never compare with the rising Kavya Empire next door.

Old man Milgrom's ideas need to be more radical.

Only by abandoning those self-deceiving slogans can the Arcane Ring, the Lumenlaka Archipelago, and the Lucarea Academy become more powerful.

Their country needs a strong and iron-fisted leader.

Instead of an old-fashioned person like Milgrom, who is always willing to compromise with any faction.

His thinking is still stuck in the last era.

The theme of this era is revival! It is hegemony!

He, Kleist, must seize this opportunity for the country!

Before he knew it, his palms were bleeding from being squeezed.

Even he didn't notice it himself.

Veins popped out on his forehead and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

This is a manifestation of cruel pollution.

When Milgrom finally had enough of scolding him, he turned around and left angrily.

Just as he pushed the door open.

The high-level wizard's spiritual sense stabbed fiercely.

He immediately turned his head.

All he saw was Craster's downcast eyes.

Milgrom snorted and slammed the door.

Only then did Kleist slowly raise his head.

A hint of scarlet cruelty flashed in the depths of his old pupils.

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Although Faro did not drink all the potion.

But I still tasted a few drops with my tongue.

You know, the eyebrow medicine that Crest prepared for them is a priceless treasure worth 100,000 riels.

Its name is [Embrace of the Fallen].

The name is derived from the spell of the succubus.

It is made from precious materials such as succubus body fluid, ambergris, pollen, etc.

The medicinal effect and concealment are extremely strong, the taste can be adjusted by oneself, and there is absolutely no antidote.

Most people will feel like they are in a trance for days after just a few drops of it. In serious cases, it may burn out their brains and turn them into a stupid ball of lint who only knows how to do things.

Unless someone pushes it up once.

Considering that Faro is a succubus hybrid, he should be resistant to the enchantment potion.

So Craster ordered his men to give him the concentrated solution.