The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"..."

Soon, the car stopped at the front door of a villa: this was Sean Davis's residence, located in the center of the new district of Lansta. At this moment, countless dignitaries in gorgeous clothes were entering the courtyard from the gate, chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.

"Here we are, Miss Fellowes."

The bodyguard got out of the car, opened an umbrella, took Carly, who had a blank look in her eyes, out of the car, and immediately led her through the gate to the door of the mansion.

There, two bodyguards in formal attire were waiting. When they saw Carly coming, they exchanged glances and said to her:

"Ms. Fellowes, Mr. Sean Davis has specifically instructed that he wants to see you as soon as possible. Are you free now?"

"Of course," Carly nodded, "It's my pleasure."

"That's great, please follow me."

The bodyguard bowed to Carly, then led her through the bustling lobby and into the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was decorated with colorful lights, and the elegant crystal chandelier was slowly rotating, casting rainbow-like light into every corner of the hall. Although the banquet had not yet begun, the pianist in the corner had already started his performance, and strings of notes followed his fingers, circling between the people chatting in the banquet hall.

Most of the people attending the party were aware of Carly Fellowes's arrival, and they cast their eyes on the doll without hesitation, half out of curiosity, half for amusement, and a very small part out of pity.

But Carly didn't seem to care about these looks. She just smiled and nodded at everyone, without a trace of extraneous emotion on her face.

The bodyguard led Carly through the crowd and all the way up to the VIP room on the second floor of the banquet hall.

Pushing open the door of the VIP room, Carly saw the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk at a glance.

His hair and beard were already gray, and they were cut short, making him look neat and succinct. On his three-dimensional, mature face, his eyes looked at Carly sharply, as if he was admiring a toy:

"Sit down, Dr. Fellowes."

Carly sat down opposite Sean Davis, looked at him gently and calmly, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for the invitation. I haven't been to a social gathering for a long time."

"Oh, you're joking. I can't see that at all," Sean flattered. "You are still as beautiful as the Missal hanging in the night sky. No, I mean, you are much more noble than that."

"Doctor, you're joking," Carly smiled softly, "So, you want to see me in advance, is there something?"

"Oh, I have something that might interest you..."

Sean said this, took out a box from his pocket, opened it and pushed it in front of Carly.

Carly took a closer look at the things inside, and her eyes narrowed slightly——

——It was a broken silver butterfly knife, and the pattern on it had faded.

"You should recognize this," Sean chuckled, "Excuse me, do you recognize this?"

Carly was stunned for a moment. After a brief pause, she smiled and said:

"I don't know, what is this?"

"This is the relic of Perlis Havrgard," Sean said with a smile on his face. "This is the butterfly knife she used when she was alive. Did you know that? She had a fight with the Black Angel not long ago. It is said that she died miserably, and not even her body was left intact...ah..."

As Sean said these words, he observed the expression on Carly's face. When he was sure that there was no ripple on the girl's face, he smiled lightly and continued:

"Do you have any impression of Perlis Haflergaard?"

"No," Carly said with a smile, "who is it?"

Seeing Carly's reaction, Sean smiled with a very evil look, and then whispered in a sly voice:

"A little white mouse that was tortured and killed. Haha, don't worry about it. I asked unnecessary questions."

He put away the box containing the broken butterfly knife, and immediately put it away, looking at Carly with satisfaction:

"The reason I want to talk to you in advance is that I want to buy the patent you refused to sell before, which is probably the last patent you have left."

"What patent?" Carly asked with a smile.

"【The Five Rings】," Sean's smile became more and more obvious, "and the ultimate killer weapon connected to it through the cradle system..."

"[The Ice Storm]."

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1) Anchor (Part 3)

When Sean Davis said the name "Ice Storm", Carly's face still maintained a polite smile, without any change.

She thought for a moment, then spoke:

"I can't sell it to you."

"Huh?" Sean Davis frowned warily, "Why?"

"Because Lord Laplace said that this technology cannot be made public." Carly still smiled.

When Laplace's name came out, Sean Davis curled his lips in disdain, and then said impatiently:

“The Seesaw.”

Hearing this word, Carly's eyes became empty for a moment, and the expression on her face became more polite.

"Would you like to spend the night with me, Miss Carly?" Sean said in a soft tone.

"I am a non-marriageist and have no similar experience," Carly smiled softly, "but I will come to your room tonight."

"Very good," Sean nodded gently, "Then, can you sell me the Ice Storm technology?"

"No." Carly shook her head with a smile.

"Why!" Sean was a little angry.

"Because Master Laplace said that this is a technology that cannot be made public."

Looking at Carly's smiling face, Sean took a deep breath and rubbed his heart.

"Fuck Laplace," he cursed. "The trigger words can make this little bitch agree to have sex with me, but he can't give me the technology? Damn, the old immortal who plays Monopoly..."

He didn't mind at all that Carly was listening to him - Carly, who had been brainwashed, was firmly controlled by the trigger words and it was impossible for her to have any extra consciousness.

"Phew, forget it. There are always more solutions than problems."

Sean took a deep breath, nodded to the bodyguard beside him, and then smiled at Carly and said:

"Dr. Philos, thank you for coming to my party. Please enjoy your time tonight."

"Thank you again for the invitation."

Carly stood up, saluted Sean Davis, and then left the VIP room escorted by bodyguards.

"..."

In the empty room, Sean was silent for a while, then took out the intercom and said softly:

"[Silent One], according to the original plan, we will remove the link between Carly Fellowes and [Ice Storm] and then execute her. If we can't get this trump card, Laplace can't get it either."

"receive."

After issuing the order, Sean took a deep breath. He took out the box again, took out the broken blade of the butterfly knife, and gently stroked the pattern on the silver blade with his hand, as if tasting fine wine, with an intoxicated look on his face:

"After tonight, you will be able to meet again."

......

After returning to the banquet hall, Carly found a table in the corner and sat down with a smile, poured herself a glass of red wine and started to enjoy it.

From time to time, a few dignitaries who knew Carly would come to her table, toast her, and try to get some information from her. Of course, they were all very disappointed. Carly, who was controlled by the safe word, could only reply with standard and polite words, and would not say a single extra word.

Most of these people left with a gloating look on their faces, lamenting that the once arrogant Carly Fellowes had ended up like this.

However, Carly's brief glory at the banquet was soon snatched away. Sean Davis arrived at the venue at the beginning of the dinner and announced to everyone with a big laugh the future strategy of Lansta Industries: continue to vigorously develop the military industry and deploy armed forces to the Grau Yad Wasteland to face the kingdom that is gradually reviving.

Ever since the Kingdom of Grau Yad announced its reconstruction in La Watino, the threat theory of the kingdom has been the most frequently mentioned topic in the daily conversation of the people of the Federation. Almost everyone has an instinctive threat to the [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipons who once broke into the edge of Lavis. Of course, they cannot be indifferent when they hear that the kingdom is now rising again.

Sean Davis seized this opportunity, and Lanstar Industries' first batch of products were positioned as national-level self-defense weapons - in fact, they were just some individual self-defense weapons with a different name but now with names such as "preventing kingdom threats" and "preparing for doomsday", and naturally they instantly captured a large market share.

Packaging is far more important than the substance.

"..."

In a corner of the banquet, Carly watched with a smile as Sean Davis and a group of college officials talked and discussed at the meeting, looking very easy-going.

She poured glass after glass of red wine down her throat. Her fair face gradually turned rosy and her body began to sway slightly.

As the light and shadow passed by, she stood up and said drunkenly to the bodyguard who had been watching her:

"I...I feel a little dizzy. I'm going to the terrace to get some fresh air."

"It's raining outside, is that okay?" the bodyguard asked.

"It's okay, I like rain very much," Carly smiled softly, "I... I really like rain, and rainy days..."

Carly staggered to her feet, refusing the security guard's help, and stumbled through the joy and noise of the party on her own.

Along the way, she still maintained a polite smile on her face, and everything was normal.

"..."

The terrace was on the second floor, and Carly began to climb the stairs with difficulty. Her long skirt and high heels were very cumbersome. She was so drunk that she could only half-lying on the stair railing to barely keep her balance on the stairs.

High heels... She never liked high heels...

Her memory was always of that bedroom, those screens, and that little white flower bouncing around.

Small white flowers...

"..."

"Look, isn't that Dr. Fellowes?"

"Drunk? The sober Carly Fellowes drunk?"

"Is there anyone who can help her? Haha."

I don't know who saw Carly first, and then shouted and pointed her out. For a moment, everyone in the hall cast their eyes on the figure who was struggling to trudge up the stairs, the genius in an embarrassed posture.

None of them came forward, but just laughed as the cups clinked.

"..."

In the corner of the hall, looking at Carly's figure, the bodyguard raised the intercom with an indifferent expression and said:

"Package moving, second floor garden terrace."

"..."

Before she knew it, Carly climbed the stairs, left the hustle and bustle of the ballroom, and came to the terrace garden on the second floor.

She found a quiet corner, placed her suitcase at her feet, and then draped her arms over the wet stone railing without hesitation, looking out at the rainy scene of the Lansta Industrial Zone.

The cold drizzle fell on the girl's slightly red cheeks, cooling her hot face and dispersing the heat around her body.

She let the rain wet her white evening dress, just staring into the distance motionlessly, without saying a word.

Broken butterfly knife...

The death was horrible... not even a complete body was left...

Little white mouse...

"..."

In the icy rain, Carly smiled politely, the rain streaking across her face and dripping down her cheeks.

She used her hands to smooth her rain-wet bangs, took a deep breath, and used the cold air from the icy rain to cool her hot chest.

At this time, a series of footsteps came from behind Carly, blending with the sound of rain.

"Miss Fellowes, are you okay?"

Carly didn't turn her head, but just held on to the railing on the terrace, her body swaying.

"It's okay, I... I'm drunk..."

After she finished speaking, her body trembled, and she immediately fell to the railing of the terrace.

Taking this opportunity, Carly raised her head and mechanically looked at the people behind her——

——It was the bodyguards, they had their guns loaded.

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1) Anchor (Part 4)