People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst said, but a slight smile also appeared on his face.

"However, I can waive your entrance fee for your future trip to Shelag."

"make a deal."

The tin man extended his hand and shook hands with Ernst.

"The materials will be delivered to your hotel room tomorrow morning, and you can take your time to review them."

"Why not say it now?" Ernst asked, somewhat curiously.

The tin man shrugged, his tone becoming somewhat subtle:

"Well, firstly, there's a lot of content and many key points involved. It's easy to summarize, but if you want to solve the problem, a few words of explanation probably won't meet your needs. I've always been very particular about customer satisfaction."

Secondly...

His gaze fell behind Ernst, where a blond figure was walking briskly towards them, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"I think you have more urgent matters to attend to right now."

"Ernst, you're here!"

It was Christensen's voice.

Chapter 620 Ernst: A Feeling of Being Torn Apart

She's a star who's impossible to ignore, no matter where she goes.

Ernst had to admit that he would probably never forget that voice in his life.

Kristen Wright, Vice President Wilson's banquet invited prominent figures from all walks of life in Colombia, including the scientific and business communities.

As an undisputed leader in both fields, Kristen Wright's name was naturally on the invitation list.

But nobody thought she would come.

Indeed, no one in this country dared to disrespect Vice President Wilson. He was undoubtedly the number one after Mark Max, especially after his speech in [the journalism journalism], which propelled him to second place on the list of the most popular vice presidents in Colombia. The number one spot, however, was held by the insurmountable first vice president of Colombia—a political symbol.

But if we had to pick out a few people who dared to scorn Wilson, Christensen would definitely be one of them.

Unlike a "Father of the Federation" like Melander Selene, she was purely unconventional. Attending a banquet was less appealing to her than spending a day in the governor's office, letting Seria's complaints serve as background noise for her endless contemplation. Those who tried to force her into social situations often regretted their decisions afterward—a single, casual remark from someone of high status who never seemed to read the room was enough to turn a lively banquet into a disaster for insects.

There will be free three-bedroom apartments on the ground floor.

Her most infamous outburst occurred when she spoke for a long time to a group of investors who had invited her to speak, earnestly explaining scientific theories without offering any concrete results. She continued until the investors were completely disoriented, at which point she finally snapped and berated them:

"If you could buy intelligence with money, you would all be living in slums by now. Because the hole in your head is a real bottomless pit that science simply cannot explain."

One sentence completely ruined Ms. Yara's year-long public relations efforts. It forced Rhine Life firefighter Saria to conduct emergency crisis management to barely suppress the heat of the matter.

This is even thanks to the fact that most of the investors were asleep at the time and didn't hear or understand what Christensen said.

From then on, no one would deliberately bring Christensen to banquets anymore.

Invitations will certainly be sent out, as it's the least we can do to show respect, but nobody thinks she'll come, and she herself really doesn't want to participate in these boring banquets anymore.

Including this time.

Her appearance, her attire, and her wandering around the room all attracted considerable attention. However, Ernst's side had a larger and more "popular" crowd, so no one paid any attention to this lady who might ruin the atmosphere.

Until she rushed up behind Ernst and shouted that greeting:

"Ernst, you're here!"

Ernst's body trembled, and he turned around to look at the source of the sound.

Today, Christensen was unusually—indeed, extremely unusually—wearing a black evening gown. Her smooth shoulders were exposed, and the fitted waist accentuated her proud figure, which was usually hidden beneath loose clothing. She carried the long skirt, which might have been a bit of a hassle for her, with lace-trimmed gloves on her hands as she ran with small steps. Judging from her awkward but fairly steady gait, she wasn't wearing high heels, at least not the sky-high kind.

But this outfit is shocking enough.

The Tin Man was surprised for the third time tonight, and at the same time, he became certain of a fact.

Young people these days really like contrast.

What kind of plot is it when a cold and domineering CEO changes into a tuxedo and searches the entire banquet hall for someone he wants to meet?

Ernst couldn't say for sure. But the greeting and Christensen's attire certainly startled him.

Looking at this old acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for less than two weeks, Ernst swallowed hard. He was about to greet her when she interrupted him with a blunt, "Quick, come with me."

The plot is getting weirder and weirder. Is this some kind of Cinderella story?

Why am I standing in Cinderella's position?

Just as Christensen reached out to grab Ernst's wrist, Holhaya raised her hand to stop her.

The feathered serpent's expression was calm yet dangerous. He first greeted her politely, then proceeded to question her with reasoned arguments:

"Good evening, Ms. Christensen. What brings you to see the BOSS? And where are you taking him?"

Christen tried several more times, but each time she was easily blocked by Horhaya. Confirming that she couldn't break through this human defense, she looked at Horhaya with a puzzled expression:

"you?"

"You must have a bad memory. I am Prime Minister Ernst's secretary. You can call me Holheimia."

“I recognize you,” Christensen said, frowning.

Holhaya immediately clapped her hands: "You have a great memory, I'm so happy for you."

"Why are you stopping me?"

"Isn't this obvious? The boss was talking to someone when someone suddenly barged in and tried to assault him. As his secretary, shouldn't I stop such a person?"

A look of understanding appeared on Erkelisten's face. She glanced at Horhaiya a few more times, and then said:

"I have urgent business with Ernst, it's very important. Please step aside."

"No." Holhaya answered directly.

But this seemed to play right into Christensen's hands, and she immediately retorted:

"Ernst and I are friends. You rejected me on his behalf without even asking him. As his secretary, aren't you being a bit too nosy?"

"It's also a secretary's duty to share the boss's burdens and politely decline some friends who lack self-awareness," Holhaya said calmly.

Kristen resumed her cold expression: "As far as I know, secretaries don't have this responsibility, and no profession does."

"Who said that?" Horhaya retorted.

“Saria has never interfered in these matters,” Christen said calmly. “Or are you trying to test my legal knowledge?”

She is a true genius, and when it comes to exams, she doesn't think she can lose to anyone.

Moreover, she also has her own self-confidence.

"Besides, even now, you're still unwilling to ask Ernst for his opinion?"

Christen looked at Ernst,

"When does Ernst need you to make decisions for him? He's smart; if he doesn't like something, he'll walk away on his own."

Am I some kind of Hakimi?

Ernst nearly lost his composure.

Christensen's sudden arrival has already attracted some attention, and the confrontation between her and Horhaya has brought smiles to many people's faces.

Fortunately, everyone present was quite sensible and no one took out their mobile phones to take photos or videos, thus maintaining the basic principle of "secrecy".

But Ernst still didn't want to leave a strange impression on these people who might form a future partnership on his first day of visiting Colombia.

Besides, the atmosphere at the scene was indeed a bit strange, and the odd pressure emanating from Horhaia and Kristen was truly suffocating. It felt like being sandwiched between two celestial bodies, with the constant threat of being torn apart.

So when Christensen steered the conversation toward him, Ernst stepped forward and stopped Horhaja, who was about to continue arguing.

Holhaya pursed her lips, seemingly still somewhat unconvinced, but upon seeing Ernst's profile, she took a small step back.

Ernst looked at Kristen, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible:

"Let's talk in the room first."

He pointed to a small private room on the side, nodded slightly to the tin man in apology, and then led Horhaya and Christen into the room.

Closing the door to shut out the whispers that had begun to rise outside, Ernst looked with a chill down his spine at the mistress, who seemed to have come up with something new yet was unusually alluring and effeminate tonight, and asked:

"Good evening, Miss Christensen. What can I do for you?"

“Call me Christen.” Christen smiled. “Seria said you would definitely attend this boring banquet, so she sent me here to find you. She even made me change into this outfit, which made me late.”

As she extended her hand, she said, "I do have something very important to do. Come with me now."

"How about a few days?" Ernst shook his head slightly and took a step back. "I also have important matters to attend to. I can't get away for the time being."

Christen frowned, seemingly surprised by Ernst's swift rejection, and said directly:

"You promised you'd come with me there."

Zero Ernst realized what was going on. Kristen was referring to the mysterious underground fortress.

Wu Na's discovery was indeed urgent, concerning mysterious signals, prehistoric civilizations, and an extermination order from outer space. It could be said to concern the very survival of Terra, and it certainly piqued Ernst's curiosity, especially after the inexplicable words spoken to him by the Führer Mark Max.

But Ernst remained silent for a moment, then shook his head:

"I will, but not today, not now."

Since we're going there, we shouldn't rush things; we should be well-prepared.

Even if we take a step back and do nothing at all, we still can't leave with Christensen in front of so many people.

Her identity, and Ernst's identity, were both too conspicuous. Even though the unspoken rules of high-society gatherings usually keep things confidential, it's still possible that something good might be leaked out after they left.

This is, after all, content that makes the front page headlines.

Even without that, just attracting their attention is dangerous enough.

Ernst couldn't guarantee he could evade all surveillance and tracking, even with Horhyah's help. What if even one person became interested in their whereabouts and sent a skilled follower to track them, eventually discovering the mysterious underground fortress?

Kal'tsit's warning was correct. The information about prehistoric civilizations was dangerous, and the fewer people who knew, the better. Especially the underground fortresses that might be related to the extermination order. One Kristen was enough to give him trouble, but at least he was familiar with Kristen and knew her character. If there were more, who knew if there were any hidden, crazy, antisocial elements mixed in?

If anything unexpected happens, he won't even have a chance to seek justice.

They had already attracted the attention of many people present, and Ernst had no chance to explain these words to Christensen in person; he could only express his refusal first.

Christensen pursed her lips, gave Holhaya a strange glare, and then said:

"Okay, I can wait for you."

“But Ernst, don’t let this secretary stop me next time. I don’t think our communication between the three of us in the transit group needs a secretary’s permission.”

"But that's the standard procedure. The boss has already given you a lot of special treatment, Miss Christensen. Most people would have to make an appointment with Hinterlea first."

Holhaya covered her mouth and whispered.

"Just so you don't forget, let me remind you that Hinterlaya is the receptionist at the Shelag government."

"I remember!"

Christensen grinned.

"But my relationship with Ernst doesn't require any formalities, does it?"

"Why? What kind of relationship do Ms. Christensen and the BOSS have besides being business partners?" Holhaya asked rhetorically.

Ernst subconsciously recalled what Seria had told him about Rhine Life when he went there, and his eyes widened suddenly. He was about to speak when Christensen spoke first:

"I've already confessed my feelings to Ernst. I've told him I like him."

Ernst: ""

Holhaya: ""

Silence, a brief but agonizing silence.

"He agreed?"

Holhaia's sharp gaze silently fell on Ernst. She was asking Christensen a question, but she kept looking at Ernst.

Christensen answered quickly, speaking frankly as if she didn't care:

"No, he refused."

Holhaya fell silent again.

She had to admit that in all her years, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a person and given such an answer.

But the shift from wanting to live to the thought that jumping to death in an instant is not bad, to wanting to live again through bungee jumping, does indeed easily create a sense of psychological stimulation.