Heather who counterattacked

If the chips in front of you are sweet enough, will you choose to betray?

If there is a piece of honey you are longing for to tempt you, will you choose to betray?

Would you betray if there was any hope of getting what would sell your soul?

When Jasmine saw Cyril again, the situation had improved a lot.Severe dehydration is not a problem, but it is true that stomach problems have occurred again.She was a rough teenager, and she managed to settle down and entered the gray road. Her stomach was riddled with holes in such a cruel day. It can only be said that it is dispensable to pay attention to maintenance, because no one knows when it will die. Will run into trouble - like this time.

But she wasn't too worried before the shock, after all, she already knew that she was entering the game of the Duke of Silver Moon, and the Duke would never let her die.Of course, she later found out that she was on the Night Goddess... The cruise ship had already ended its northern European route and was heading for America. Although the ship was equipped with doctors and equipment, most of them were surgeons. After all, there was a black market and a boxing ring underneath. A stubborn internal disease that requires surgery... If it weren't for the ability of the doctor that the Duke brought with him, this time it would be a bit of a mystery.Although there are many times of narrow escapes, it is his own life that hangs in the balance after all, and it is a lie to say that there is no fear.

Dragging her tired body, Jasmine, who was forcibly awakened, was staring at the unseasoned breakfast with a spoon in a daze, and then saw the gentleman she desperately wanted to see enter the dining room.

For a moment when she saw him, she shook her head, only thinking that what she saw was some kind of dream illusion.After calming down for a few seconds, what came to my heart was infinite regret and envy... There are really people in this world who shine brightly.

"Good day, my lord," said Jasmine.Probably I also know that my voice is deep and hoarse at the moment, so I slow down my speech.

Cyril glanced at her: "Good day."

It was clearly a meaningless glance, but Jasmine had the illusion that her blood was frozen for a moment.

His temples were bulging violently, and every cell in the cerebral cortex was frantically clamoring to show his sense of existence. God knows how he suppressed the rushing blood of revenge, and then pretended to be calm.Jasmine gripped the spoon tightly, and every inch of skin on her fingertips was seared with lines on the handle of the spoon. This kind of strength made her feel that her fingers would be embedded in the metal.

The Duke took his seat, and the ubiquitous butler appeared behind him, silently putting down the coffee and newspapers on the tray.

The dark aroma of coffee stimulated Jasmine's nerves, and she took a low breath. "My lord," said the voice with a jerky eagerness to get rid of the nightmare, "what do you want?"

Equivalent exchange is always the only law of Gray Dao.She wanted to get news about her enemy from this lord, so she had already secretly planned to give everything she could.

Cyril was sniffing the coffee in her hand, and raised her head upon hearing this.Probably not in a very good mood, the ice-coloured pupils did not look clear, but a little gray, like a quiet ice field before a blizzard.

He didn't answer directly, but asked slowly, "Can't you think of it?"

Jasmine's heart felt as if a huge boulder had been thrown down suddenly, and it was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

How could she not think about it.For a long time while being tied up in the secret room waiting to die, she kept thinking about what value she had, allowing someone to kidnap her at such a critical juncture in Huidao.Although she never takes herself seriously, she still knows what her existence means to Qiangwei and Huidao.She thought of everything, and then those entangled thoughts were settled when she saw the face of the Duke of Silver Moon, who seemed to be favored by the gods.

If it were someone else, she would have some uncertain factors.But if it's the Duke of Silver Moon, she not only knows everything he cares about, but also feels a little guilty.Because no matter what the reason is, it will always come down to one point... that man.

Jasmine knew why this lord was able to know the relationship between herself and that person. After all, the energy of the Duke of Silver Moon was obvious to all.What made her scalp tingle was what was going on in this guy's mind - he knew his purpose but couldn't predict what he would do. She wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to use her to take revenge on him.

The owner of Qiangwei is an extremely terrifying man. His control over people's hearts always makes people suspect that he is a devil.Wealth, status, dignity, glory, all came so effortlessly, and his eyes never even shifted to these things, so it's inevitable that he doesn't care about them at all.But Jasmine has been adopted by him since she was young, and she has seen too many unknown aspects of him around him, and then she knows that it turns out that - such a favored child of heaven also has things that are persistent and unattainable.

It's not love, nor family affection, friendship, or any other emotion. He loves him and hates him, he cares for him, but he also despises him.As the object of such obsession, Jasmine actually felt that this young lord duke was really pitiful... She actually didn't understand the bond between them, but this did not prevent her from sympathizing with the people the devil cared about.

She had heard about the death of Windsor's little prince, and knew that the man was responsible for it, so it was not surprising that the Duke of Silvermoon had found her as a breakthrough for revenge.However, she was still somewhat unconvinced.She was tricked, half of it was really frivolous, thinking that no one would dare to touch her at this critical juncture, and half of it was because she was seduced.With Tang and an enemy in front of her, how could she be unmoved—or, Tang is only secondary, and she is only harboring dispensable malice, but it is the news of Ronald— Even if she doesn't know the truth or falsehood, it will make her desperate.

Speaking of it this way, it looks more like being arrested on its own initiative, so how can you be convinced?

The last thing Cyril can't kill now is time.He slowly put down his coffee and picked up the newspaper without even looking out of the corner of his eye to the other person at the table.

In such a terrible silence, the more Jasmine thought, the more restless she became.

She really wanted to keep calm, but her whole brain was like boiling batter, everything was mixed together, causing a faint or even dull pain.

But Xi Ruier accidentally saw a piece of news, and paused involuntarily. "Finding Clausures"?Some familiar words in the article touched him. He looked at the author with some surprise, raised his head and asked uncertainly: "Le Goff Gard? Who is he? A Frenchman?"

Naiden, who was motionless behind like a shadow, thought for a while: "If you say Legoff Gard, as far as I know, there is only one Legoff Gard."

Cyril turned to look at him.

Naiden bowed: "French director, Grand Slam winner of best director in three major European film festivals, nominated for three Oscars."

Cyril closed the newspaper and handed it to him.

Naiden was slightly taken aback, then opened the newspaper, his heart skipped a beat just by looking at it.Director Garde learned of the mysterious story in the Florence Morning News from nowhere, and was deeply fascinated by it. He searched the newspaper for answers to no avail, so he had to issue a public notice to solicit insiders.

He glanced at his master, but he didn't see any opinion from Cyril's calm, portrait-like face.

"What do you mean?" Just because he knew the importance of the lady to his master, he couldn't help asking.

Cyril bowed her head and picked up another newspaper.

Naiden laughed dumbly.He bowed respectfully, placed the newspaper on the side tray, and continued to stand upright.

Little did he know that Xi Ruier didn't read a single word.

Jasmine looked at him flipping through the newspapers one by one, and didn't have the slightest intention to answer her intentions. The turmoil running through her veins gradually cooled down, and only then did she dare to face up to her chips.Yes, she has nothing and is nothing.She is just a pawn, put in her proper position, she has no right to refuse or move.

Confused and sadly aware of this, her self-esteem was completely shattered, she could only lower herself to the dust, and said shyly, "My lord... please tell me."

Cyril finally raised his head again, even if he stared at her, there was no reflection of her in that indifferent eyes, or rather, he was too stingy to pour a few emotions on her.The Duke didn't answer her question directly, but just paused and asked, "For you, what is love?"

Jasmine waited for a while, and seeing that he had no desire to continue, it dawned on her that this question was really for herself, and not just an introduction to the narrative.She thought for a long time in a panic before shaking her head: "I don't know, my lord." She smiled wryly, "I have never seen the appearance of love."

"So hate?" The second question.

Hate it?What is hate?

She wanted to be destroyed by herself, and she had thought about it for so many years that her heart, liver, and bone marrow ached.Hate to the point that death is too cheap for him, it is a pity to lose his bones and ashes, he must be completely destroyed from body to soul in order to repay this unforgettable hatred!

Two lines of tears suddenly flowed down Jasmine's face.

At that moment, all the confusion and panic in her expression disappeared completely.In its place there was a certain saintly calm, to which one could devote all his steadfastness.It was this determination that pulled her out of the cranky state of scaring herself.

"Hate is an abyss." She smiled with tears in her eyes. "Love and hate are never a step away. Your Excellency, don't believe any such remarks—all love will fade with time, only hate will fade away with time." Intense step by step."

She wiped her eyes, her lips were pale from the stomachache, but at this moment, she had the demeanor of a rose wise man.

Cyril watched her for a long time.There was finally warmth in his eyes, but it wasn't pity or sympathy.

"It doesn't matter if it's worth it or not?"

"It doesn't matter." Jasmine laughed. "I never expected to get anything." She said slowly, "From the moment everything I had was destroyed, the life I managed to survive is no longer my own."

Cyril was satisfied with the answer.At least in his eyes, Jasmine already had the value he wanted to use.The hatred for Ronald was enough to make her an unexpected bargaining chip.

"So, for me, equivalent exchange is the most basic rule. You must give what you get. The same is true for love and hate." Cyril said slowly, everything about him was peaceful and indifferent, but Jasmine Feeling an almost ruthless coolness, "I love a person and want to bring him out of the abyss, but what I did was push him into another hell."

Her heart trembled uncontrollably.

Who can make the aloof Duke of Silvermoon really love him?Given his lackluster social circle, there is probably only one Ulysses who is worthy of this position.But, but... Did the Duke put Angel and Qiangwei on a chess game? !

Jasmine's heart was pounding.

She didn't think that Angel could compete with Qiangwei on any level.And it would undoubtedly offend that person... Or was that the Duke's purpose?He wants to see the angel get hammered? !

What a joke!

Jasmine's brain was running wildly.Why did he do this?Does the so-called abyss mean hate?What is hell?Since he knew that the angel would be severely injured, why did he cause all this with his own hands?Could it be that in his opinion, the current situation of that person is worse than being raped by Qiangwei?

But everyone knows that the Angel organization is on the rise!As the winner of a new seat in the Gray Road Council, anything that shakes its existence will become a threat to the council, and no one will let it go!

She really couldn't think of it, so she humbly asked: "Why...why did you...do this?"

"It's the most convenient way to achieve the goal." Cyril replied without hesitation, "I put two people on the balance, one cherishes the other, and the other hates it. No matter how I develop, it will not change my personality. tendency."

Jasmine knew what he meant.He has some purpose to put his best friend in a dangerous situation, but essentially kills two birds with one stone, because he wants to use this incident to get revenge on another person.

But... how did he do it?Through her excuse?

Cyril did not hide his relationship with these institutes of Atlantis.So he will have news of Ronald in his hands.And he was acquainted with Ronald, and there was no difference between him betraying information and allowing Jasmine to take revenge.Even if Ronald knew about this, he wouldn't have any objections. He ignored Jasmine's existence, just like ignoring an escaped ant.The relationship between Cyril and him is not so much a subordinate, but a subtle cooperation.Cyril doesn't care who actually controls Atlanta and Metia, and he doesn't care about the results when he allocates a large amount of research funding every year. From the moment he learned of Ronald's existence, , he regarded the research institute as something to restrain him.

Cyril was in a bad mood.

Because he doesn't know if what he's doing is right.

Even if it is a beach of Dead Sea, how powerful is a bomb detonated?

If Qiangwei doesn't make a move, it's fine, as soon as there is a movement, the entire shadow world will be blown upside down.

Everyone thought that Qiangwei would try her best to track down her missing members, and the damage to the honor of the Knights would be like throwing mud on Qiangwei's face, but after waiting for so long, the only movement of this organization was an announcement, that is, The name of the chief culprit in punishing the Medellin incident directly took the third place in the ranking of global terrorist organizations as the target.

Everyone thought that Qiangwei was crazy, and all the bosses were secretly scolding that gentleman for being crazy... Although after every terrorist incident, there are always countless organizations vying to claim responsibility for it, but those with long heads know that it is just fishing in troubled waters. It can't be true, and this is something that Bai Dao should worry about. Qiangwei never cares about these things, why is it at this moment?

Blue Devils headquarters.

Ivey opened the door and went in, heard the roar of the helicopter engine, subconsciously looked back, frowned and continued to walk in: "Mr. Ulysses? Didn't you say that you are discussing important things, so let's leave soon? "

Kaili stood in front of the combined screen wall to browse the information, and turned around when he heard the words: "...you are here again!"

"Yeah, I'm just so idle!" Ivy sneered, "I'm in your way!"

Carey was silent for two seconds, then decisively changed the subject: "What are you here for?"

"Give me a few people—Mr. Naiden said the master will be arriving in America soon. I'll go and pack them up early."

Carey thought for a while: "Miss Aurora?"

Ai Wei raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't live in the past, Mr. Naiden means, the master has something to do when he comes to the United States this time..." He suddenly paused, "What expression do you have?!"

Carey's expression was indescribable.A little hesitant, and a little unbelievable.It wasn't until Ivey walked up to him that he slowly spit out a few words: "Our previous prediction was probably correct. Europe will soon be... very chaotic."

Ivy was stunned instinctively: "What does this have to do with it?"

Carey casually threw the remote control of the information wall over, suppressed his inner worries, and there was an ancient silence on his face: "Look, Qiangwei's battle post."

Ivy browsed and said: "Didn't you worry that the master's calculations would make Qiangwei use the angel as a target, but now... Qiangwei's declaration of war is not the target..." His eyebrows suddenly jumped.He quickly turned his head: "Mr. Ulysses..."

This moment blessed my soul, and I suddenly understood.Could it be that Ulysses has something to do with a terrorist organization? !

He was dumbfounded: "Medellin before..."

I see!I see!Ulysses rushed to the Medellin incident, not only for Cyril, but also for other plans!Now that he hastily left again, is it because he has understood the crisis of the situation?

Then it is inevitable that Ulysses has a relationship with a certain organization!If Qiangwei really took the angel as a target, it would be much easier to say, after all, it is just an innocent disaster for the angel, Huidao will not let it go; but now, Qiangwei is ruthless, directly grabbing some secret seven inches of the angel... ... who is the target and who is not the target?It is morally reasonable for Qiangwei to take action against a terrorist organization. Even if someone calls it crazy, they will just scold it and will not intervene.But for the angels and Ulysses, this is a disaster!Such targeting, saying that there is no hatred, they don't believe it!

But Ulysses couldn't move yet!What reason did he use to stop it?If the relationship between the two organizations is exposed, unless he wants to destroy the Great Wall himself.

This... is a deadly choice.

There was obvious hesitation in Carey's tone: "Ivy, you said... did the master plan this from the beginning?"

Even they did not know that Ulysses had anything to do with "there".It is now clear that what Cyril wants to move is not the angel, but the "there" that has a relationship with Ulysses... Anyway, this kind of calculation is really scary enough.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

Qiangwei's headquarters is in Switzerland, and the training camp is in Germany. Of course, its owner stays on a beautiful island in the Mediterranean Sea all year round.

Hearing the news of that gentleman's arrival, the entire building complex in the headquarters became a little quieter, and everyone's breathing seemed to be suppressed to the softest point, lest they disturb anything.

"Sir," Alei said in a soft and quiet voice when she put down the document. This guy has been in a bad mood recently, and no one dares to touch him at this time. "There are already so many people who ask you what you want to do. Others On the one hand, I want to know, which side needs to avoid you?"

What this person wants to do does not need to be explained to anyone.Anyway, no one can control it.There are only those who avoid him, not those who hinder him.In fact, in the past few years, he has not paid much attention to the gray road.The operation of Rose has its own mode, and the top layer is run by its own people.In his eyes, the crucial position to Huidao was nothing extraordinary.

A Lei couldn't help but start to sympathize with the colleagues downstairs who were tremblingly waiting for orders.Ask this person to intervene suddenly, even if he acts inexplicably, it must be dissatisfaction with the decision they have made.

But after a while, A Lei began to feel sorry for herself, and before she could answer, she bit the bullet and asked again: "Sir, what are your orders?"

In front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, Mr. Leander shook the newspaper on his hand, and pressed it on the desk with a blank expression.