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"Please, please, Master, I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. I beg you for one more chance. I will definitely use this connection to give Solomon a counterattack!" The man, hearing Rafas's merciless words, felt an increasing panic in his heart. He struggled to break free from the ropes binding him and rushed forward to plead for mercy.
Rafas disdainfully turned away and sat back in his rightful position, giving a glance to the group of men in black beside him. A traitor like this would betray him once and would surely do it again. What use was there in keeping him alive? It would be better to take him to the back room and feed those lovely little creatures; at least that would have some value.
"Just you? I, Solomon, never need such petty tricks to retaliate. From the moment your heart began to betray me, you should have known what your fate would be!" Rafas's voice, like that from hell, echoed above the hall. To seek forgiveness from him was nothing short of a fantasy.
Standing beside him was Faisal, the leader responsible for managing Solomon Base. He conveyed orders with his eyes, instructing that this traitor be taken to the back room and dealt with.
Two assassins from the organization received their leader's command and forcibly dragged the kneeling middle-aged man out. The man knew he was doomed this time, but in a last-ditch effort for hope, he continued to plead desperately: "Master... Master... I beg you for one last chance... Master..."
Rafas coldly mocked the man being dragged away. A greedy coward like him had the audacity to turn against them; it seemed someone had been living too comfortably.
"Sharl, what have you been wasting your time on that allowed such a thing to happen in the base? Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" He turned to look at him, waiting for a response.
Faisal cleared his throat a few times and then said seriously, "The reason I've been so busy lately is because of you. Don't forget? We are collaborating with the Smith Family this time, and their only condition is that you marry Smith Annie!"
The Smith Family is the largest conglomerate in Britain, with two daughters and one son. The eldest daughter, Smith Windsor, married into the British Royal Family two years ago. The Halsen Group owned by the Smith Family has almost monopolized the economic lifeline of London and major cities across Britain due to its close ties with the British Royal Family.
Solomon successfully developed a new drug; due to its high toxicity, they wanted to sell it in Britain first. However, Britain is under the territory of the Italian Mafia, and according to regulations, he cannot sell large quantities of drugs there. Therefore, Rafas needed to collaborate with the Smith Family in Britain so they could intervene and have the British Royal Family's support afterward; naturally, the Italians wouldn't dare say anything.
Upon hearing the name Smith Annie, Rafas felt an overwhelming displeasure. She is the youngest daughter of the Smith Family. Although he had only met her once, he could tell what kind of person she was with just one glance.
With a hot and sexy figure and flowing golden hair, her eyes were always searching for her prey. She had an inherently lascivious demeanor; a woman like that wanting to marry into Solomon's household as the main mistress? He found her too filthy!
"I said Lefas, are you even listening to me?" Faisal waited for a long time but received no response. However, a woman like Smith Annie was only suitable for fun; any man would hesitate before marrying her.
Rafas shot him a cold glare, then looked toward the exit and strode out. "That's enough for today. You can respond to Smith. Next month, I will marry his daughter Annie, but the contract must be signed within this week!"
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