Chapter 1603 - 62: Mystery (2)

Chapter 1603: Chapter 62: Mystery (2)

Not only their wealth and power, but even their lives are controlled by Barbara. Only those who truly understand this woman know what kind of punishment awaits for showing an inappropriate expression beyond the suitable admiration!

It is said that the presidential candidate who just had half of his head blown off by a sniper rifle from less than fifty meters below his office, merely touched Barbara’s thigh on the spaceship.

He could have saved his life. Inappropriate confidence and overly exuberant secretion of sex hormones brought about his own downfall.

There is even a rumor that Leefer and Barbara, this brother and sister pair... it’s a forbidden topic, not to be mentioned, not even to be thought of. That man, with skin and facial hair as if made of icy white snow, harbored a chillingly indulgent affection for Barbara. Even if you were fortunate enough to be a guest of Barbara’s inner circle, if he found out, your outcome would not be favorable.

"Is everyone here?" With phoenix eyes teased to the ends of her brows, Barbara nodded to everyone in the room, her gaze rippling like water, then gracefully walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Only one person is missing, Hute hasn’t come." An elderly man with graying hair, dressed in a dark blue suit, walked beside Barbara, gracefully tilted his head, bowed slightly, and said to Barbara.

"Everyone might have already heard that our Marshal has departed from Hanjing and is returning to Hydefield." Barbara, holding the coffee handed to her by one of her twin companions, crossed her long, slender legs clad in stockings, and casually stirred the spoon as she said lightly, "It seems Francis’ death has had quite an impact on Lord Military God."

The room fell silent. Everyone observed their own noses, which in turn observed their hearts, cautiously controlling their gaze and facial muscles, not daring to make too much noise with even their breathing.

Among the people in this room, perhaps only Barbara could speak of Hastings in such a tone.

Long immersed in the upper echelons of the Fei Alliance, certain rules had become instinctive for everyone present. Their status did not suffice to act with such brazen disregard toward opponents like Hastings, as Barbara did. Any derogatory comment about Hastings was deemed immature and a display of low political wisdom. The enemy would bear no loss, but your companions would distance themselves from you.

Unless, you were certain it was what Barbara needed.

At that moment, you should step forward without hesitation. Provoking the opponent or influencing others was your task, a hound should do just that. Only through tracking, encircling, baying, testing, leaping to bite, could the master holding the hunting rifle find the prey’s weakness and seize the chance to pull the trigger!

Even if you were facing a wild lion!

"In the past couple of days, some of our allies have started to get cold feet," Barbara took a small sip of coffee, a mocking smile tugging at her full, sensual red lips, "When Lord Military God wasn’t around, they jumped higher than anyone. Once the opponent decided to return, even before he arrived, they panicked."

"What comforts me is that, at least internally, we maintain calm and confidence," Barbara’s gaze swept across the faces of those present as she said with a faint smile, "Don’t we?"

Facing her gaze, no matter how much worry lingered in their hearts about Hastings’ return, everyone still revealed knowing smiles, either nodding or raising their glasses. Some even puffed their chests and held their heads high, showcasing their unique confidence and composure compared to others. It seemed as if they never feared Hastings, from start to finish.

"In fact, I don’t care what you think," Barbara’s icy voice, like a storm at two hundred below zero, instantly froze the smiles on everyone’s faces.

"I only need to tell you, since we’ve reached this point, there’s no chance for anyone to turn back," Barbara said coldly, "Hesitation and indecision never lead to a good ending. Neither I, nor Hastings, will need such people. For the sake of internal unity, I will, without hesitation, eradicate any unstable factors before the final confrontation arrives."

"Understood?" Barbara continued to sip her coffee, her deep blue eyes not even lifting a lid.

After a moment of silence, everyone bowed and lowered their heads. The twin sisters coldly looked at the men in front of them. In their eyes, these people were nothing more than pawns without independent thought. Even if they were overlords and heroes, they could only bow to their ruler following the law of the jungle.

"Here are two lists, a battle report, and a medical report. Take a look." Barbara stood up, glanced at the time, walked to the door, and allowed the twin sisters to put a coat on her. She glanced back with a smile, "You should be glad you didn’t find an excuse to miss this gathering today."

With that, she turned and left the room.

Until the sound of high heels in the hallway gradually faded and vanished into the distance, everyone in the room remained silent. In the oppressive atmosphere, some turned to look at the gray-haired elder.

"Take a look."

The elder named Marcel Friedrich took a gentle sip of tea, pointed to the documents on the table, and said to everyone.

"You’ll be very interested."

A middle-aged man finally could not contain himself, reached out and picked up a document. As soon as he opened it, he let out a gasp.