Chapter 303: The Reason

In the armored car driving from Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport to downtown Atlanta, the now forty-five-year-old Michelle Medici was reviewing all the information about Li Mochen.

"Angie, this is the person you like? From the intelligence I have now, he can indeed be called a young talent. None of the younger generation of the Medici family can compare to him."

"I didn't say I like him."

Angela couldn't help but curl her lips; she was still pleased to hear her father say this. "Not just this generation, never before. The valuation of his Rising Sun Company is now at least five hundred million gold shields. You hadn't achieved such success when you were young."

"That's not fair. When I was young, I had already formed my own hunting group in the dark world, totaling three thousand people, though I did have the family's legacy."

Michelle Medici snorted, then looked at his daughter with a probing gaze: "He also saved your life, right? I had that day's events thoroughly investigated, and afterward I felt that this young man was the most suspicious."

"I don't know. He was wearing a mask at the time."

Angela didn't feel much about Michelle's words; she instinctively responded with an uncooperative attitude.

Lina Edric, however, felt a twinge in her heart. She had never thought deeply about this matter. After the assassination that day, she had fainted from blood loss and excessive elemental energy consumption, not waking until a week later. Since then, there had been no follow-up on the masked man's identity.

Out of a servant's duty, Lina hadn't delved deeper, but now thinking back, Li Mochen was indeed the most likely candidate.

That is to say, that Andrei Lee Wielenstein was her and Miss's lifesaver?

"Alright, don't know, no, none of my business, won't answer—in short, uncooperative."

Michelle shrugged, then asked somewhat awkwardly: "Then one last question, Angie, you must give me an answer. Nothing happened between you two, right?"

Angela's face flushed crimson, the redness spreading down to her neck.

"You're too nosy, Michelle! A lot happened between us, all kinds of things, OK?"

But Michelle's gaze was on Lina, who tried hard to remain silent. However, as a deep blue light flickered in Michelle's eyes, Lina finally spoke somewhat dazedly: "No, but Mr. Wielenstein was quite dishonest; he tried several times to lure Miss into his room."

Angela covered her face with her hand. She knew that letting Lina awaken her angelic bloodline early was definitely not a good idea.

In the hierarchy of angels and demons, the upper ranks' suppression of the lower ranks makes it hard to resist.

"Indeed, a malicious fellow!"

Michelle Medici's teeth were already grinding, and then he instructed his assistant beside him: "Contact Consuelo Wielenstein, and say that I, Michelle, will later visit the Wielenstein Building with my beloved daughter."

"I'm not going. Don't make decisions for me!"

Angela was no longer planning to pay attention to her father; she turned to look out the window: "Please drop me off near Linden Academy."

"Angie!"

Michelle sighed: "I don't want to interfere in your private life, nor do I want to control your life. If possible, I wish it were entirely up to you. But I can't do that, Angie, you understand."

Angela remained silent, not responding, while Michelle continued speaking calmly: "Actually, a month ago, I was already paying attention to your boyfriend. I must admit he is outstanding—a young man of talent and character, even matching the Medici family in lineage. If I were just an ordinary parent, I would even encourage you to date him. But Angie, if you two are just friends, I won't interfere. But if you're serious, the situation is different. You don't want him to die, do you, Angie?"

His words were interrupted here; Angela looked at him warily: "What are you planning to do to him?"

"Not me, them."

The white-haired man shook his head slightly: "I don't need to do anything to him, but they will. The assassination attempt on you has made me realize that those people are far more impatient than I thought. This time, it will likely be the same result."

"This time?" Angela seemed to think of something, her expression changing slightly.

"My taking you to see Consuelo is enough to make certain people unable to restrain themselves."

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to him. But if your boyfriend ultimately needs my people to save his life, then I think you should face reality, Angie. Also, I suggest you'd better not get out of the car—"

Michelle looked at his daughter, who was trying to open the car door, with a deep gaze: "This is an opportunity for everyone—for him, for you, for me, and for Mr. Consuelo. Understand? I won't allow you to ruin it."

...

When Li Mochen sent Alexandra Candela to the apartment entrance, he happened to run into Ms. Nanette Drew, who was coming in from outside.

The latter was slightly surprised to see the deputy团长 of the Holy Blood Hunting Group and his many attendants, but then she calmly took the elevator with Li Mochen back to the 39th floor of the apartment.

Not until Li Mochen brought her red wine did Ms. Drew smile and ask: "That person is Candela from the Holy Blood Hunting Group, right? A guest from the Antorian continent."

"You know him?" Li Mochen was somewhat surprised.

"Not only do I know him, I also know he came to take over the East Antorian Continental Alliance's maritime trade from you, which was originally your father's business."

Ms. Drew sipped her red wine: "Surprised, Boss? But I was once the political editor of the Abraham Post and worked at the Associated Press in my early years."

Li Mochen was relieved: "I didn't agree; I said I needed three days to consider, and I'd give him an answer after three days."

Unlike before, this time he was serious about considering it, so Mr. Candela didn't seem too disappointed when he left.

"Since Ms. Drew is well-informed, can you give me some advice?"

"I've inquired a bit about this matter. Your father once signed a blood pact with the leaders of the Black Tortoise Pirate Group and the Adelaide Pirate Group, stipulating that neither group would harass any fleet under his or his descendants' names."

Ms. Drew smiled: "That was fine at the time; when the pact was made with your father, these two pirate groups were still weak, so after the war with your father, both were forced to sign the agreement. But now things are different. The Black Tortoise Pirate Group has taken over the entire Adrian Islands, and the Adelaide Pirate Group is also a top pirate group in eastern Antoria. Recently, armed merchant ships are in short supply, and shipyards are running at full capacity. I think even the Wielenstein family would find it difficult to assemble a fleet with a capacity of 500,000 tons right now. In short, various reasons have led to their favor toward you."

"So, it's okay to agree?"

"No, I wouldn't advise that. After all, this is your matter, Boss."

Ms. Drew shook her head: "I'm just passing on what I know; the decision is yours."