Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Better Looking Than You, Emma White: Too Ambitious
Cynthia Murphy listened to her subordinate’s report and suddenly clenched her hand on the armrest, her eyes cold.
The Poppy Estate was blatantly slapping her in the face.
Daring to destroy her base, once the research is done, Poppy will be the first to be experimented on.
The subordinate carefully observed her expression and tentatively said, "Master, should we retaliate?"
Having several bases blown up and losing several brothers, now everyone outside is watching them for a show.
Cynthia Murphy’s eyes darkened. With Tulip’s current strength, they would gain nothing against that person.
"No need, let the people at other bases withdraw first."
Although the subordinate was not satisfied with this outcome, he still nodded and walked out.
When Lowe arrived, he noticed that there were many more people from Tulip Estate than usual. Thinking of the news he had received, a knowing expression appeared on his face.
Indeed, with the current situation, calling people back is the wisest choice.
Bases can be rebuilt if blown up, but once people are gone, they need to be retrained. Considering the current turmoil, chaos could erupt at any moment; his subordinates must be elite.
Calming his mind, he stepped quickly into the living room and saw the woman’s pale face.
"Master Murphy, there has been progress with Emma White; our boss requests your presence."
Upon hearing this news, Cynthia Murphy’s expression finally improved.
As long as she convinces Emma White to invite J, she can counterattack Poppy Estate for bombing her base.
...
When Cynthia Murphy arrived at Iris Estate and saw Lowe, she was immediately shocked.
For a long time, she struggled to find her voice, "Lowe, what happened to you?"
"Recently, my health hasn’t been great, and I’ve been having insomnia," Lowe clearly didn’t want to say more and changed the subject, "Emma White has loosened up; she says she needs to see you before giving us an accurate response."
At these words.
Cynthia Murphy didn’t think too much; she was already the leader of the plan, so it was only natural for Emma White to want to see her.
"Alright, when?"
"Tomorrow," Lowe raspily remarked, "I’ll inform her later."
His situation couldn’t be delayed any longer.
"There’s something else; I heard your base was blown up by that person, what’s going on?"
Lowe frowned, unable to comprehend why the person would suddenly take action.
Mentioning this, Murphy’s face instantly turned unpleasant, "Who knows what insanity he suddenly got into."
At these words, Lowe fell into deep thought.
He’s had quite a few dealings with that person, and it doesn’t seem like someone who would cause trouble without reason.
Before he could sort it out, he heard her saying goodbye.
"I have other matters to attend to, I’ll come back tomorrow."
Meanwhile.
After hearing Du Zehao’s words, Drake White winked at the person opposite, "What are you planning for tomorrow? Want me to get you some powerful weapons and just blow her up?"
Claire Green heard his suggestion and gave a meaningful smile, "You’ll find out tomorrow."
...
The next day.
Cynthia Murphy and Lowe sat in the living room staring at each other, occasionally checking the time.
"She’s not messing with me, is she?"
Murphy’s voice was somewhat displeased; they had been waiting for nearly two hours, and she hadn’t arrived yet.
Lowe was about to speak when someone interrupted.
"If you’re so impatient, why bother reaching out to our Emma White."
Upon hearing the voice, both of them turned their gaze towards the newcomer.
Drake White, his hand casually pocketed, sauntered over with a lazy demeanor.
Beside him was a presence that couldn’t be ignored.
Even though she wore a hat and mask, her powerful aura couldn’t be hidden.
Is she Emma White?
Murphy examined the girl who had already sat down, her gaze intense as if she wanted to see through the mask.
Seeing this, Drake mocked, "Stop staring; no matter what, the little lady is hundreds of times more beautiful than you."
The whole F Continent knew that Tulip Manor’s Murphy was notorious for being ruthless and also loathed anyone who was more beautiful than her.
Back then, because of her insanity, many suffered in the F Continent.
Murphy’s expression stiffened, withdrawing her gaze and glancing at Drake, "Seems like you two have quite an unusual relationship."
In the end.
She looked at the silent girl, "Miss White, there’s no need to wear a mask indoors."
She wanted to see how beautiful she really was.
Unexpectedly.
Claire Green lifted her eyelids, her usually lazy pupils now cold and bloodthirsty, her aura growing oppressive.
"Sure, but what do you have to offer in exchange," her tone was rebellious, "how about your eyes?"
The temperature in the living room instantly dropped to zero.
Murphy obviously didn’t expect her to speak like that, her face turning from green to white.
Thinking of the matters she needed her for, she forcibly restrained her anger.
She awkwardly tugged at her lips, "Miss White, you do have a good sense of humor. Since you don’t wish to remove it, then let’s discuss the purpose of today’s visit."
With that, she shot a glance at Lowe, signaling him to speak.
Her subtle moves didn’t escape everyone’s notice, and Drake’s eyes were filled with mockery; this old woman probably didn’t realize Lowe was already on their side.
Lowe cleared his throat slightly and slowly began, "Miss White, we know you have a close relationship with the hacker master J, so could we ask you to have him do us a small favor?"
Although he had already revealed Murphy’s plan yesterday, he still had to put on a show now.
Claire Green lifted her chin, her voice deep, "Tell me what kind of favor it is."
Murphy smiled, "I’m afraid I can’t reveal that."
Upon hearing this.
Drake couldn’t hold back his sarcasm, "Can’t reveal it? Didn’t you say you wanted to cooperate with our Emma White, just this?"
Finally, he added annoyingly, "No sincerity at all, truly the Tulip Manor way, shameless and skinless."
Would it kill you to shut up?
Murphy glared, her eyes almost spitting fire; what did he mean by their way, making it sound like Drake was so noble.
"You don’t have to say," Claire Green’s voice was indifferent, "but we also don’t need to cooperate."
Seeing her rise to leave, Murphy was stunned; damn, it was her first time meeting someone who didn’t play by the rules.
Normally, wouldn’t there be a few more words of persuasion; she, however, was ready to leave at a single disagreement.
*Cough.*
A low cough brought her back to her senses, and she noticed Claire Green and Drake were already at the door.
Panicking inside, she immediately said, "Miss White, I thought about it, and it’s no problem telling you, after all, we are to cooperate."
Upon hearing this.
Claire Green paused, turning around with a flash of cold light in her eyes.
"You have one minute."
Understanding her meaning, Murphy pressed her palm to her heart to keep from erupting, quickly stating her purpose.
"Therefore, I hope you can have J help me, and once it’s accomplished, you can have whatever you want."
The shadow in her eyes quickly vanished; once the thing was done, Emma White and J would naturally have no need to remain.
"You do have quite an ambition, but does the Tulip Manor Master of the entire F Continent not fear being unable to handle it."
Claire Green leaned against the doorframe, the flame from the silver lighter in her hand flickering, her tone slightly unclear.
"That’s why I need you and J to help."