The villain daughter did all kinds of things

Julia answered loudly without hesitation, clenching her fists tightly, seemingly angered just by imagining someone bullying Emery:

"If anyone dares to bully you, I'll smash their head in!"

"That……"

Amélie narrowed her eyes with a smile, clearly pleased with Julia's reaction, and then asked an even more mischievous question:

"What if I do something wrong and get caught, and the heroes of justice come to punish me? Will you still protect me, Julia?"

"This……"

This time, Yulia thought for a moment before nodding firmly as before:

"Yes! Even if you, Emerald, do something wrong, only I can punish you! Everyone else is just using the name of justice to bully you! I won't stand by and watch; I will fight them to the very end!"

"Um, Julia, can't you help me do bad things?"

Emery seemed dissatisfied with the answer and pouted in a coquettish manner.

"No."

Yulia shook her head resolutely:

"My ideal is to help everyone, and I would never do anything bad! Not even if the person who wants to drag me into doing bad things is Emerald! This is my bottom line!"

"Ugh... okay."

Emery puffed out her cheeks again before finally smiling:

"But this is the real Yulia, the Yulia that everyone trusts and loves. The heart that believes is the strongest magic, and the gathered prayers can create miracles... My prayer magic is really suitable for you, Yulia. You are destined to become the strongest, Yulia."

"Heh...hehehehehe."

Yulia was so flattered that she was almost dizzy and could only giggle foolishly.

dong dong dong.

Just as the two were about to continue their chat, there was a knock on the office door. After receiving permission from Emerald, the assistant came in.

"President~~"

The assistant bowed and greeted her first, then showed Amelie her new low-cut lace blouse and purple lingerie before saying:

“A gentleman from the capital wants to see you. He claims to be from the Federal Arts Association and certainly looks like an important person… Do you want to see him?”

"The Arts Association, huh... Hmph."

Emery curled her lip, her face clearly showing disgust and disdain:

"I knew they would come... They're just a bunch of greedy hyenas who want to rush in and take a bite whenever there's profit to be made."

Yulia, who was standing next to her, immediately widened her eyes.

Is there really anyone more greedy than Emery, a capitalist? No way!

"Have him come directly to my office."

Emery didn't give Julia time to think before issuing the order:

"Yulia, you should go hide in the inner room first. After all, you are officially going to another city to take care of important business. It wouldn't be good if outsiders saw you."

"Sissi and Anna, you two need to perk up. Follow what I taught you before and work together to suppress that old guy with your aura."

"...Okay, I know."

"Yes, Miss."

"Yes, Master."

Yulia pouted in dissatisfaction, but her body still obeyed.

Marcy and Viriana were quite well-behaved from the beginning.

A few minutes later, an elderly gentleman in a suit and carrying a cane walked rhythmically from the other end of the corridor toward Amelie's office.

The assistant had told him that he could just come and knock on the door.

The old gentleman did as he was told, but when he came over, he found that the door was already open. There was a woman in a black robe standing in the doorway, whose face he could not see, but whose figure was quite hot.

It must be Miss Melson's bodyguard?

The old gentleman was thinking this when he tried to walk past Viriana into the office, but he found himself suddenly unable to move. The air around him seemed to freeze, and Viriana raised her hand, making a gesture to stop him.

"...What do you mean by this? Your master has already agreed to see me!"

The old gentleman couldn't help but look at Viliana with some annoyance.

Security check.

Viliana's voice was so cold that it made people shiver, a stark contrast to her behavior when she was under Amelie's skirt.

She was already good at acting aloof, and she added a touch of fear magic to her voice.

The old gentleman instantly felt goosebumps rise all over his body; it was his body warning him that he was in danger, and it also made him suppress his anger.

When has he, one of the vice presidents of the Federal Arts Association, ever received such treatment? Even the powerful figures in the Federal Capital would respectfully address him as "Master."

However, it's like a scholar encountering a soldier—he can't reason with him, and it's similar for an artist to encounter a bodyguard.

Considering that he had come here to ask for a favor, the old gentleman suppressed his anger and stood there cooperating with Viriana's security check.

Viliana didn't hold back, using three different detection spells to scan the old gentleman's entire body. She also mixed the effect of fear into all three spells, making the old gentleman's legs go weak.

Just as the old gentleman was starting to sweat, Viliana finally finished the security check, took a step back, and released the binding spell, indicating that the old gentleman could enter the office.

"It's Mr. Gates Stanley from Sphinx, isn't it?"

A gentle voice, as soothing as a spring breeze, rang out, dispelling most of the fear that the old gentleman had felt from Viliana's fear spell, and calming down his dissatisfaction.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw an elegant red-haired maid smiling and guiding him to his seat with impeccable manners.

Without any hesitation, as if under hypnosis, the old gentleman followed the guidance and sat down on the sofa, picking up a cup of fragrant black tea.

As the hot tea entered his mouth, the old gentleman suddenly came to his senses... When did he sit down? How could he have no memory of it at all?

He looked up at Marcy again, then immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at her any longer.

...As expected of Miss Melson, her maids and guards are all so excellent.

The so-called powerful and wealthy people I had met before were indeed quite different from the daughters of powerful families who could truly control the entire Federation from behind the scenes.

As he felt a surge of emotion, the little bit of pride Old Gate had for his identity as an artist vanished completely. He subconsciously sat up straight, as if waiting for a summons from a superior.

Emerald didn't speak immediately. Instead, she continued writing on the document with her pen for several minutes, seemingly very busy, before finally looking up as if she had just remembered something. With a surprised expression and an apologetic tone, she said:

"Oh? Who are you? Oh... you're Mr. Gates Stanley from Sphinx, right? I heard about you from the assistant, but I've been so busy with work that I forgot. I'm so sorry."

After saying that, Emery glared at Marcy, seemingly quite angrily:

"Sisi, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you remind me? Do you know how rude it is to make our esteemed guest wait like this? Do you even want to keep your job? If you don't want to, there are plenty of other people who will!"

"I'm so sorry, Miss..."

Marcy lowered her head, looking aggrieved, her movements still elegant, but her eyes were red.

"It has nothing to do with the maid!"

Old Gates spoke almost without thinking when he saw this:

"It was wrong of me to come without an appointment. I am already very grateful that you, Miss Melson, have taken the time to see me despite your busy schedule."

"Mr. Gates, you're too kind."

Emerald immediately stopped scolding Marcy and, looking very anxious, asked directly:

"May I ask what brings you here, Mr. Gates?"

"This……"

Old Gate was a little surprised that Emery would be so direct. The words he had prepared to use to set the mood and evoke emotion suddenly caught in his throat, and he could only bite the bullet and say:

"Of course, it's because of Miss Melson's film! Our Arts Association also saw that film at the Sphinx Opera House, and it was absolutely brilliant! It can be said to be a new art that can lead a new era! Therefore, I am here on behalf of the Arts Association to formally invite you to join, Miss Melson."

"...Join the arts association."

Emerald frowned, looking rather uninterested.

"Sorry, I only like making money and have no interest in art. Please do as you please."

"That's not how you say it, Miss Melson!"

When Amelie refused immediately, old Gates panicked instantly:

"As the inventor of film, this new art form, Miss Melson, you are undoubtedly one of the most outstanding artists in the Allen Federation. How can you not join the Art Association? Only by joining the Art Association and collaborating with many other excellent artists within it can you create more and better films!"

"Ha... I knew it."

Emery immediately showed a look of disgust:

"You make it sound nice, but all you really want is for me to join the association so that it can legitimately make movies and earn money on its own. I, Amelie Melson, am saying this right now: this movie project is mine, and your art association can forget about touching it. Otherwise, I will treat this as war! You can try comparing your carving knives and paintbrushes with my magical artifact, the magical gun, and see which one is tougher."

"How...how could you say that?"

Old Gates' face turned red with anger in an instant:

"Film, this great new art form, should belong to all humanity. All artists should be free to create! Do you want to monopolize it? Even if you are Melson's daughter, you can't do this, can you? Film is a new art form like painting, sculpture, and literature, and it cannot be monopolized by commerce!"

"But in fact, I really can, or rather, I've already monopolized it."

Emerald chuckled smugly, crossed her legs, which were encased in black stockings, and gave Marcy a wink.

Marcy nodded and took a document bearing various official stamps of the federal government from the office bookshelf, showing it to old Gates.

"Did you see it?"

Emery pointed to the document:

“I officially registered the patent for ‘movie’ long before the movie was released. Now anyone in the Allen Federation who wants to make a movie must get my permission.”

"you……"

How could old Gates not know this? He invited Emerald to join the club precisely because he knew the film had been patented.

When "Julia" was first released, the people of the Arts Association keenly realized that a new art form would become a major trend in the Federation. They quickly mobilized their vast artistic resources to try to register their own film company and take away Amelie's share of the market.

Unexpectedly, just as the association was preparing to register a film company, they were informed that the "film" project had already been patented by Emerald. Without Emerald's permission, no one else could establish a film company.

The Federal Arts Association was momentarily dumbfounded.

If a new artist with no powerful connections did this, the arts association would definitely try to seize it by force.

But she's Merson's daughter.

Just as Amelie had told old Gate, the Art Association may have some power, but how can a carving knife and paintbrush stand against a magical weapon like a magical gun? A head-on confrontation would not end well.

That's why Old Gate, as the vice president, personally came to Locke City to invite Amelie to join the Art Association and work together.

However, Emery has now made it clear that she doesn't want a share of the pie; she wants a monopoly!

Chapter 110 Next Steps in Development Plans

"Melson, you'll regret this!"

“Old Gates, I am the owner of the film.”

boom!

Amelie and the Federal Arts Association completely broke down in negotiations, ending with old Gates slamming the door and leaving.

"...Should I go and kill that old guy, Master?"

A cold glint flashed in Viliana's eyes, and magic began to gather in her hand:

"I also know some magic specifically used for assassinations, which will ensure that he appears to have died a natural death, leaving no evidence."

"it's useless."

Amelie gently shook her finger:

“Even if there is no evidence of his death, the fact that he died right after we had a falling out is enough for others to believe that I killed him… Many times, these kinds of things don’t need evidence.”

"……Understood."

Viliana reluctantly dissipated her magic, pursing her lips:

"He actually slammed the master's door; he'll get what's coming to him sooner or later."

"That's for sure... or rather, I'll be purging those greedy old fogies in the Federal Arts Association sooner or later."