Alien Executioner

The man and woman opposite were both executives from the same region. The man wanted to win over the woman, and the woman was very happy to get the chance to be promoted.

This is not an exaggeration, but what is frightening is that men actually have the right to choose the first-class elite quota.

Logically speaking, AI should not be responsible for these things. The normal process is for it to screen suitable candidates with abilities, rather than relying on the independent judgment of a person in power.

Besides that, the most common topic heard at this banquet was about alien species.

That's right, there is nothing more interesting in this world than talking about alien species. For people in the lower classes of society, alien species are terrible man-eating monsters, and talking about them only makes them feel a chill.

But in the An family, it is just a place for gossip. They are all born executives, "monsters" who can exercise power while holding power and wealth.

Nuolu closed her eyes. No one chose to talk to her. Although she was the head of the Wilson family in the second district, she was no match for Dryden of the Ruier Duant Group. Even though she was the secretary of the general commander and the deputy chief of the local operations department, her power was not as dazzling as the man opposite her.

In comparison, I, the head of the family, am far inferior to my peers who are not heads of families.

She shook her head and opened her eyes.

He looked at the girl on the steps, chewing mutton and taking pictures with her phone from time to time.

The third daughter, An Xiao, has almost everything. She is the most favored princess in the family, but at this moment, she behaves like a country girl who has never seen the world and is extremely excited.

She was clearly a model of a lady, but her eyes could not hide her curiosity, and she took photos of everyone at the long table with her phone.

Is this An Xiao who possesses the strongest devouring weapon?

Nuolu looked up and observed the girl calmly. She heard that this girl had fought with a super alien not long ago and was still intact.

Less than a month into her internship at FACA headquarters, she was hired as a full-time employee and promoted to outstanding executive. I heard that her name has been included in the elite promotion list for next year, and there are signs that she will take over as the department head of one of the Fei Ge and Hai Jing offices.

Which of the directors of these two teams in the headquarters operations department is not more powerful than the commander-in-chief and the chief secretary of the branch?

In fact, everyone knows that when this girl did not become the face of the family at social events or a hothouse flower, but stepped into FACA like her brother and sister, her fate was doomed.

The idiom "rapidly rising to the top" really does her an injustice. As long as the brother and sister are willing, they might become heads of a department tomorrow.

“Oh… I feel really uneasy.”

Nuo Lu wanted to take a breath, or simply take the opportunity to leave this place quickly, but this idea could not be turned into reality, and no one dared to do so. The family lady Xu Yuqing was notoriously indifferent. If she was unhappy, the Wilson family would be swallowed up in less than half a day.

Family can make a person successful, but can also destroy him at any time.

Chapter 315 Dream Death (XV)

An Xiao was also drinking. He put away his phone that was taking pictures. He noticed many casual glances at him and lowered his head slightly.

Looking at the people sitting at the long table at the foot of the stairs, she had a special feeling, as if she was in a high position, like an emperor.

In the past, when I was reading brother-sister and sister-sister romance novels, I also occasionally read some empire novels, watching how the male protagonist climbed up step by step in the open and secret struggles, broke the corrupt wall formed by the powerful, and finally grasped the core of power.

At that time, An Xiao was thinking that the powerful people in high positions were just human beings after all, and the differences in how people viewed each other would not be that big. It was not as exaggerated as described in novels.

At this moment, An Xiao seemed to understand.

Everyone at the long table smiled, but their smiles were neither real nor stiff.

There is something very strange in their eyes, like greed, interest and judgment of value.

In short, it was not something that humans usually had. An Xiao couldn't explain it, but the feeling was extremely strong, especially when they raised their glasses every time, joy flashed in their eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.

Is it possible that a person's joyful mood only lasts for a moment? It's like it was specially prepared for clinking glasses. With the crisp sound of the clinking, everyone's heart is boiling, but once it's over, they calm down again.

It was as if... some kind of transaction was completed, and the clinking of glasses was the taper of the transaction completion. Everyone got what they wanted in this transaction, and the momentary smile was the joy that could not be suppressed. Everyone disguised themselves appropriately after the joy came over.

This is exactly the case with people at the upper echelons of the world; everyone present can be called aristocrats.

An Xiao kept guessing that although she was the third daughter of the An family and already an adult, her understanding of rights was still at the stage when she was the student union president.

She has been favored all her life, and the FACA Director General and the Chief Director are her sister and brother. An Xiao was born in a greenhouse protected by power, so she has never seen the cruelty of power, and naturally cannot be sure of it.

So An Xiao couldn't understand what the people at the bottom of the stairs were doing. Their expressions were out of place with the warm banquet, as if... this was not a place to eat at all, but a battlefield, except that on this battlefield everyone was a friend, there were no enemies, or rather, the only enemy was the contempt for power.

An Xiao kept drinking red wine. She wanted to become like her sister and brother step by step, and was unwilling to be just the delicate flower of the family.

I am also a white butterfly. Although the youngest, I am not comparable to the butterflies on the stage.

"This is An Xiao's first time here, so there must be a lot of gifts." The smiling voice of my aunt came from the side.

"The elders have prepared gifts for everyone, including you."

"Gift?" An Xiao was very excited when she heard this word. She had known there would be a gift for a long time, but she had never taken the initiative to ask for it.

To this end, she first symbolically shook her head slightly in a ladylike manner:

"Thank you very much, elders, but no gifts are needed. I have grown up and am no longer a child."

"Who says that if you are not a child, you can't have a gift?" said the aunt, "Besides, in our eyes, you will always be a child."

"It's disrespectful to the elders to talk about gifts before I even meet them," An Xiao replied.

"If the elders heard this, they would probably be very sad." Auntie smiled, "You are a child of the An family, and you are different from those who also have family blood. To be precise, you are more noble than the elders. If you accept the gift, the elders will thank you."

"How can it be so exaggerated?" An Xiao was also stunned. "Although I have never met them, the elders are also my elders."

“It’s wonderful.”

"Well, if there really is a gift, I hope the elders will give it to me personally." An Xiao just imitated his brother's tone to say this, but he felt something was wrong as soon as he said it.

It would be too arrogant to ask a family elder like the elder to personally deliver a gift to oneself.

Although the words have been said, I am just a child and there is still room for improvement.

Before my aunt could speak, I quickly added:

"I hope to receive gifts when I meet them, that would be even better."

"Of course no problem." Auntie didn't mind. "Then what kind of gift do you hope to get?"

What’s with my aunt using this doting tone on a child…as if I were only eight years old.

An Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, pretending to think, and then slowly said:

"Aunt, I'm not a child anymore. I've grown up, but I have ambitions."

“No matter how big the ambition is, the elders will agree to it.” Aunt and mother looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

As if to say, "I knew this girl would get stuck at the gift stage," Xu Yuqing just smiled faintly and continued to eat her bacon. The father opposite called a senior to reminisce about the past, neither of them disturbing each other.

"Hmm..." An Xiao thought for a moment, "If that's the case, I hope I can become an elite executive."

"Oh?" This answer surprised my aunt. She sighed, "In the eyes of others, this is indeed an ambitious expectation, but for the family, this gift is too cheap."

"Cheap?" An Xiao was a little unconfident.

"On this island, the elders' gifts are like favors to these family members. They can be almost anything, but the person who is given the gift must have value and create value for the family. And you, my dear child, you are priceless to this family. You are born to stand at the top of the world, and the position of executive officer seems too small."

"But I don't know what I want to know." An Xiao was speechless for a moment.

A gift can be a surprise, a token of thoughtfulness. For An Xiao, a beautiful piece of jewelry is a great gift. Since she doesn't lack anything, she can accept anything the elders give her.

But the key point is that according to my aunt, it seemed that the elders wanted me to choose a gift myself.

This made An Xiao feel troubled. This was the first time she took the initiative to choose a gift. It was like...

The feeling of asking for something.

She shook her head and smiled calmly:

"Forget it, I don't know what I need. If the elders are willing, a flower or a beautiful piece of jewelry would be fine."

"What a shy child you are," said the aunt. "If I were you, I would probably squeeze out all the treasures hidden by those elders."

"It's too cruel." An Xiao laughed out loud and stuck out his tongue.

She lowered her head, looked down the steps, and found the man.

The man who was brought into the illusion by himself, the master of the dream.

Sitting in seat 48, like everyone else, he had a subtle smile on his face and nodded during the conversation.

Chapter 316 Dream Death (XVI)

An Xiao noticed this man who had just appeared in her dream from the very beginning. At this moment, he was laughing and talking happily, which was completely different from the dead silence in the dream, as if he was two different people.

The man's eyes were not as gray as in the dream. He had beautiful blue eyes and short brown hair. If he had lived hundreds of years ago, he might have been a respected nobleman.

An Xiao picked up a piece of swan meat with a fork, dipped it in some sauce, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently, then asked curiously:

"Who is that man?"

"Are you talking about him?" The aunt also quickly saw the man from the direction of her niece's eyes, but she was a little unsure.

"You mean the one with long black hair?"

"It's the brown-haired gentleman next to him, who is smiling like a fool all the time." An Xiao added the word "Mr." in a very ladylike manner.

"So you're talking about Harriet Somerfield. Why? Are you interested in him?"

"I'm just slightly interested. I don't know many people here."

"Sommerfeld is a painter and the youngest vice president of AIAP."

AIAP, An Xiao remembered this abbreviation, which means World Art Association.

She observed the man and always felt that he did not look like someone who could be admitted to the Art Association, let alone become its chairman.

Based on my memory of the paintings I saw in my dream, the disorganized painting style was even worse than that of my brother. Could it be from the Art Association?

An Xiao smiled and joked, "Then he must have many famous works."

"Of course, you may have heard of his best works. Do you know 'The Decaying Organs' and 'The Second Shadow'?"

An Xiao frowned and shook his head:

“I haven’t heard of it, but the name sounds very abstract.”

"He is an abstract artist," replied my aunt.

"To be honest, it is rare for someone to be outstanding in one's field and be invited by the family twice in a row. He is such a genius. He is neither an executive nor a politician, but just an artist. The family is very happy to provide him with funds for artistic creation. For the family, cultivating top talents in a field is also a business with far greater benefits than costs and risks."

An Xiao felt that his family might have made a mistake this time.

"I think I've seen his paintings." An Xiao said nonchalantly, "They're not even as good as my brother's."

"Does your brother also like to create art?"

"Anyone can create, it just depends on how much artistic talent one has." An Xiao was very contemptuous and somewhat disgusted with this man. "If you think his abstract paintings symbolize the rise of genius, then you might as well go to the exhibition corridor of Atlanta College. If you see my brother's paintings, you will definitely exclaim."

My aunt couldn't help laughing. "Exclaim? It makes it seem like abstract painting is something derogatory, as if there's a competition to see who's worse."

"I'm serious." An Xiao was a little dissatisfied, "I've really seen what he drew, it's not reliable."

"Child, what you said is actually wrong. Many people don't have a conceptual understanding of abstract things, so it is difficult for them to judge the beauty of them." The aunt patiently told her, "I don't know why you hate him so much, but you should look at every work of art with a fair eye."

An Xiao still had some prejudice in her heart. She knew that this man was hiding secrets, and those shadows had already been revealed in her dreams.

When I thought about the dreams in the next few days, I would have to think of ways to kill the man in my dreams, which made me feel even more unhappy.

Suddenly, at this moment, she noticed that the man at the bottom of the stairs looked over and stared at her for almost two seconds.

The man was obviously stunned for a moment, not expecting that the third daughter of the An family was looking at him, and he lowered his head quickly.

In an instant, the beautiful blue eyes turned gray.

"Interesting." Auntie also saw this scene, "He was digging into my eyes... there was something in them."

"What is it?"

"I thought it was my illusion." An Xiao was surprised. She suddenly realized something and looked at her aunt.

"Aunt, do you know what's going on?"

An Xiao actually doesn't think that the secret of his ability to enter other people's dreams while they are sleeping is just a coincidence.

"I'm sorry, child. I didn't know." Auntie shook her head regretfully. "It might have just been an illusion."

"But I saw it too. If we all saw it, it can't be an illusion, right?" An Xiao looked at her mother for help.

"An Xiao, what did you see?" The mother glanced down the stairs. She was curious about what happened to her daughter.

"Are you too tired? It's your first time on this island and you're not used to it?" The mother was worried. "You can go and rest if you want."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the opposite side, and Shan Lan, the family steward who was sitting next to the head of the family, noticed her gaze.

"What's wrong ma'am?"

"Mom, I'm fine." An Xiao quickly rejected her mother's kindness, "I just saw it wrongly."

"What's wrong?" An Mochen opened his eyes and shrugged, "You've had too much to drink, too."