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Although he had been unable to refute the girl from the start to the end, the president of Red Dusk was still someone with decades of political experience. One failure, no matter how massive, wouldn't make him completely lose his cool.
"Since the empress is unwilling to be reasonable, we—"
Emilia sighed. "What a waste of time. Bye."
Cutting off the call before the opposite side could protest, the crimson-haired girl quickly pulled up Noelle's number with a smile. "For any further communication with Red Dusk, let them know that the empress won't talk to them until their president is ready to start the talk with 'Sorry', alright?"
Noelle couldn't help but smile wryly. "Alright. Anything else?"
Emilia grinned. "Mhm… proceed with the next phase."
The gray-haired girl nodded. "I got it."
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