Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

It's ridiculously simple.

The boss was even more furious and slapped himself twice on the left cheek. Thinking of this, Donald couldn't help but get furious when he looked at the charred wall.

His expensive leather shoes stepped on the ash-covered floor, and he spat on the ground in annoyance, "Ugh... tut."

The craftsman who was sitting on the ladder and renovating the fourth floor couldn't help rubbing his wrists after putting down his tools, trying to take a break, but was noticed by Donald sharply.

He kicked the ladder arrogantly and fiercely, and the sound was like a devil, "Don't be lazy for me..."

The guard who climbed up the stairs said as he ran, "Mr. Donner! There is a very beautiful woman downstairs who wants to see you - she is the savior you are waiting for."

Savior? What?

Tang Na, who was in a rage, gritted his teeth impatiently, "Who? What's your name?

"Did not say."

The guard's body shuddered slightly in fear and he shook his head. "But she looks good in her clothes."

"So what if I'm well dressed? Are all kinds of people from all walks of life reporting this? Is it possible that a dog would come and ask for my permission? If it weren't for lazy idiots like you, how could there be an explosion?"

Donald cursed while leaning against the charred window and looking down.

Under a pure white umbrella, two slender figures stand side by side, vaguely visible, making people unable to help but imagine how beautiful the woman under the umbrella is.

As if sensing something, the umbrella moved away gently.

The charming and mysterious beautiful woman, half-hidden by the umbrella, slightly raised her bright red lips, revealing a meaningful smile.

And her eyes seemed to contain the future of the world.

The more beautiful the woman, the more careful you should be.

Boss Donald, who had seen countless people and worked hard in the casino, suddenly realized that the visitor had bad intentions. He frowned and thought for a moment, then he ordered,

"Go and ask her to come to the VIP room."

……

At a round table, Donald finally met the mysterious woman.

He had been waiting here for a long time, observing the woman's every move from the moment she entered the door until she sat down quietly opposite the tea table.

It's dark and eerie, like a witch walking at night.

And the maid who had been holding an umbrella for her seemed like a conjoined twin, following closely behind her.

Donald raised his thick black eyebrows in displeasure. He had clearly instructed the servants to let her come for a private talk.

"My dear lady, may I know your name?"

Boss Donald asked politely and gently as he waved his hand to the handsome butlers to bring various cakes that suited the girl's appetite.

"Elsa."

Grace did not accept Donald's kindness. She sat elegantly on the chair, like a court lady who observed etiquette.

Donald smiled flatteringly, took a sip of tea, and greeted warmly,

"What's your last name? Miss Aisha, won't you introduce yourself? Maybe I know Miss Aisha's father or mother?"

Generally speaking, a person's surname can reveal the most about his or her background.

Donald's tricks are not enough.

"Is that important?"

Grace smiled gently and fought back all the temptations.

Then, she began to take the initiative in the conversation, stirring her coffee slowly with a stirrer and getting straight to the point.

"I know, Mr. Donald, I heard that something big happened in Koda recently. Her Royal Highness the Princess disappeared in the casino... plus your family situation is not going well. I wonder if it will affect Mr. Donald's children who are studying in the academy?"

The light voice echoed in the quiet VIP room, lightly outlining the threat.

This already involves the family part.

The woman in front of him seemed to know him quite well. Donald's eyes darkened and he didn't intend to say any polite words.

His leather shoes tapped the floor again and again, his right hand twirled the wedding ring nervously, and he asked in a deep voice,

"what do you want?"

Grace didn't say directly what she wanted.

She glanced back slightly and saw Nora standing beside her, and their eyes met in the air.

It was as if she was deliberately creating the illusion that her trump card was the accompanying maid.

Donald noticed this keenly, and said with a stiff smile,

"And... could this maid please leave for a moment while we have this private conversation?"

"No, she is my confidant."

Grace put down the stirring rod, propped up her head with her slender arms, and spoke slowly, looking very relaxed.

"As far as I know, Koda is the casino most frequented by nobles and businessmen in the western district of Saint Wales. What is its daily turnover? How much can you earn from it?"

"But after the Fifth Princess disappeared in Koda, you must have needed to rest for quite some time, right? Where should so many wealthy guests go?"

Grace was not worried at all that Donald in front of her would do anything extreme.

Rather, for the owner of a large casino, if he acts rashly before figuring out the other party's cards, things may develop in an unimaginable direction.

This "deal" could be easily accomplished by simply offering Donald an idea that he could accept.

The expensive leather shoes that had been tapping the ground suddenly stopped. Donald stood up, leaned on the table and asked condescendingly,

"Ms. Aisha, is this the purpose of your visit? The so-called savior?"

Donald's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he was interrogating Grace and trying to make her surrender.

"Yes, I am here to help you solve your problem. I know the whereabouts of Her Royal Highness Princess Grace."

Grace's eyes did not give in at all, and the cold light flashed in them like a sword drawn from its sheath,

"Just think about how many people want to eat such a big piece of cake? How many people hope that Grace will really die?"

"oh……?"

Tang Na pinched the small porcelain teacup on the table and asked in surprise, "Ms. Elsa is so capable? The procuratorate can't find the whereabouts of Her Highness Grace, how can you find it?"

"Anna."

Grace called out Nora's pseudonym and waved.

Then Nora, who had been silent aside, took out the emerald earrings strung with a thin rope, pinched the rope and showed it out.

The exquisite gems are flawless under the dazzling glass of the VIP room.

"This is a relic of Princess Grace's mother. I remember that there are jewelry appraisers at the casino's mortgage office. If Boss Donald doesn't believe it, you can ask them to take a look."

Her long eyelashes drooped as she stared at the earrings and couldn't help but praise them softly, "What a beautiful color."

"No, I am myself."

Grace smiled and handed over the earrings, "Then Boss Donald should take a good look at it."

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes and looked at the jade earrings again and again, and his brows tightened little by little as if they were being weighed down.

Donald held the cold jewels in his hands, his eyes as fierce as a pack of wolves, "Grace is in your hands."

"Sir, what price are you prepared to offer?"

Grace stood up from her chair with a snap. For the first time, her height was the same as Donald's, not inferior to him in any way.

She also supported herself on the table with both hands, with a half-smile on her face, like a beautiful poppy flower, giving people the illusion that she was walking on the boundary between safety and danger.

"How much can you give? I heard that the casino makes a lot of money every day. Let me tell you, I want to see the cash now."

If you make the first offer during a negotiation, you will undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

Grace doesn't make an offer. She just tightens the net little by little, allowing the prey to slowly step into the tightened hunting net.

That’s right, I now have an absolute advantage in the negotiations.

Once others know what a person wants, he will be at a disadvantage.

Donald rubbed the rim of the cup a few more times. He did not rush into a fight, but asked again:

"What's Miss Aisha's price?"

"Of course, this kind of thing depends on Mr. Donald's financial resources."

Grace responded with another leisurely smile.

"one thousand?"

Donald offered a rather stingy price.

Grace sighed deliberately, shrugged, and said sarcastically, "Is Mr. Donner sending the kids away?"

"Ten thousand?"

Donald gritted his teeth and rubbed the rim of the cup over and over again, as if he was enduring something.

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly, and her beautiful red lips neatly wrote a number - "Fifty thousand."

This was undoubtedly a loss of life. Donald's eyes turned red and he suddenly raised his voice.

"Ms. Elsa!"

Then, with a snap, the cup in his hand broke into countless pieces on the cashmere carpet, like a shattered corpse.

The door of the VIP room opened, and a team of knights with muskets and swords on their waists rushed in in an orderly manner, surrounding Grace and Nora in a circle like a hunting circle.

The cold gun barrel seemed to be suspended on a bowstring, ready to fire.

"If you want so much money, you have to live to enjoy it."

Donald raised the rifle in his hand viciously, closed one eye and aimed at Grace.

"If you really know the whereabouts of Her Highness Grace, it would be better for you to tell me as soon as possible. Otherwise, the feeling of a musket shot into the chest will be very painful, little sister."

"Ah……"

Grace did not tremble in fear as Donald had imagined. She looked straight at the dark muzzle of the gun and gave a scornful laugh.

"Mr. Donner, really? Do you really have the courage to shoot?"

She walked forward gracefully as if she was performing some kind of dance steps, her black gauze skirt swaying slightly like a galaxy of stars, and the woman in front of her was getting closer and closer.

Why!! Isn't she afraid of the gun going off accidentally?

With a click, the bullet was loaded. Just a slight pull of the trigger would shoot through the deceitful woman in front of him...

But even so, in full view of the crowd, the witch in the dark night, with her beautiful red lips slightly parted, still whispered seductively in my ear.

"Or try shooting."

"Just one sound and the person will disappear, just like your casino."

Donald blinked in surprise, feeling a little guilty.

I really wouldn't shoot, I was just trying to scare her, but I didn't expect her to be so crazy.

Although he was clearly pointing a gun at the woman in front of him, he felt as if his neck was bound by some invisible spider web.

I held my breath nervously, unable to go up or down.

Countless guards' eyes were focused on him like strong stage spotlights.

The arm that was holding the gun began to tremble slightly, and he could no longer tell whether it was due to holding the gun for a long time or because of fear.

She stopped thirty centimeters away from the muzzle of the gun and gave a malicious smile, but her voice was gentle enough to lead people to depravity.

"Mr. Donner? Come on! Try to kill me."

Is this person crazy?

Donald's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but step back as if he had met a monster.

He only felt as if his body was controlled by some kind of magic, watching the woman named Elsa put her lace-gloved right hand on the gun barrel.

The gun was pointed at her forehead, which was the most vulnerable part.

"Bang!"