At that moment, in the luxurious castle, two middle-aged blondes sat opposite each other at the table.
Spread out on the diamond-studded table were various delicacies of beast meat and a blood-red wine like crimson blood.
Neither seemed interested in eating or drinking, both preoccupied with puffing on their somber cigarettes.
"Wren Webb, how are you coming along with what I mentioned?"
It was only after an indeterminate amount of time that Williams finally broke the silence, speaking with a grave look:
"Let's not worry about who's behind this for now; the fact that the land title of Snow Wave Mountain has been put up for auction means we might be competing with family enterprises from all over the country!
I think you wouldn't want to just hand over Snow Wave Mountain to someone else for nothing, right? Not to mention, behind this auction is the mastermind who framed us!"
