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The door opened a second before Amora could stop him.

The two turned to look at him at the same time.

Saul stood at his desk, wearing the suit he had left from the apartment, the hoodie and cowboy trousers making him out of place in the office.His original long hair was cut off, and the new shape made him look sharp and capable.He obviously didn't expect Loki's arrival, and watched Loki walk into the office with his mouth open.

"Look who's here."

The person behind the desk spoke, and Loki looked over and found that it was a woman.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him..." Amora explained behind Loki, who raised his hand to stop him.

"Rocky Lawfison, right?" Hila looked straight at Loki, her gray-blue eyes full of mockery.

Loki replied sarcastically, "Hello, Your Majesty, may I ask your name?"

At this time, there was the sound of messy footsteps outside the door, and the dozing security guard at the front desk rushed in with more security personnel wearing the same uniform, grabbing Loki with all his might, and cutting his arm behind his back.

"Stop!" Sol yelled to stop them, but everyone seemed to be deaf. "I said stop, didn't you hear me?" The leader looked at Hela.

Hela looked at it for a while, as if she was watching some interesting drama, until Saul glared at her, and she calmly ordered, "Let him go. It was a misunderstanding."

She waved everyone away.The security captain led the people away.Amora raised her eyebrows, looked at Loki who was shaking his wrist without any trace, and then closed the door and left.

"I'm Hela." Hela glanced at Sol who was standing there, who was looking at the panting Loki. "Your boyfriend's sister."

"Nice to meet you," said Loki sharply. "Happy New Year."

"Loki," Thor frowned at him, "what are you doing here? How do you know I'm here?"

"Heimdall told me." Loki answered him, "but I didn't seem to come at the right time. Where are you talking about? Don't worry about me." He walked to the side sofa and sat down with a relaxed posture, but his hands were always He clenched his fists tightly in his pockets, "I won't share your property with you, and I won't take a picture of you and send it to the Daily Bugle, so," he raised his hand, "please continue—"

"Rocky—"

"Actually, you came just in time." Hella stood up, walked around the filing cabinet from behind her desk, and accurately took out the rum that Sol had kept privately from the back of Document No. 2004-2008, "I wanted to let Sol To bring you good news, but now you take the initiative to deliver it to your door."

"By the way," she said to Loki as if she suddenly remembered something, "Your little boyfriend doesn't know that your father is Lau Fei, does he?"

"What's up with you?"

"You said 'Lauffy'?" Saul looked at Hela with distrust, as if trying to read the traces of the trap on her face, "You said 'that Laufey'?"

"When we say 'Lauffy', there is always only one Laufey," Hela looked at Sol with a disapproving look, and she familiarly dug out Sol's full set of crystal cups, picked up one , poured the dark brown fermented rice, and held it up in front of Saul, "Will you have some?"

Thor ignored her, "You said your father was dead, Loki."

"I hope so." Loki grinned, "Is he dead, Hella?"

"I'm looking forward to it as much as you," Hella turned to Loki, raising the glass in her hand, "Do you want it?" Loki took it graciously, took a swig like a drunkard, and lifted the wine glass on his neck. Adam's apple rolled.

Satisfied, Hela took out another cup and poured rum for herself.She returned to the desk with a crystal glass and shook the fine wine in her hand, "Son of Laufey and son of Odin, you two are a perfect match."

"You never said you were the son of 'that Laufey'," Thor said to Loki.

"How could I," Loki drank the rum in his glass to the end, he still had a hangover last night, and the excessive alcohol made his temples hurt like an elephant trampoline, " I wish I had nothing to do with him. What, did Laufey get in your way? Did he hit you on the head with a cane, or smash your Nintendo with a pipe?"

"It's a long story—" Hela drank her rum slowly, her lipstick clearly left a lip mark on the rim of the crystal glass, she curled her lips and wiped it with her thumb, "20 years ago , there was a competition between the Odinson Group and the Laufey family, and they fought hard for a piece of land in Northern Ireland—”

"Father lost," Saul frowned, "I know that."

"You don't know," Hela said slowly, "You were only that big at that time." She narrowed her eyes and drew a short distance with her index finger and thumb, "As soon as Frigga took your game machine, you will cry loudly."

Loki laughed inappropriately.

Saul glanced at him, mouth pursed.

"Father did his homework," Hella seemed to be lost in memory, resting his chin on his folded hands, "materials, materials, officials, public opinion—but he still lost."

"Everyone fails," Saul said.

"But not including this time, this land should have belonged to Odinson," Hella raised her eyebrows as if talking about something happy, "Father failed, because I put him Faxed the documents to Laufey. I still feel it was the right decision.”

"Laufey, his father," she pointed at Loki, "Of course he won't let go of this good opportunity. He took this opportunity to make some cute little villains to the Odinson Group." She then shifted her gaze to Saul, "The company is in disarray, and your uncles are trying to squeeze old Odin—our father—out of the way. Father had to send you and Frigga to Australia. He But I'm afraid that something might happen to you, Odin's little boy, Odinson's heir—"

"How dare you?" Thor said in disbelief. "That's the Odinson Group, and Odin is your father—"

"Unfortunately, Saul." Hela smiled sarcastically, "I hope it's your father's and not mine." She pulled a slim lady's cool cigarette from the diamond-encrusted case and shook it away. Lighter, skillfully placed, "I'm afraid it's hard for you to imagine. My father taught me communication, negotiation, and company management, but he never wrote my name behind the heir column."

Loki clearly saw the veins on Thor's neck twitch.

"I went to my father to argue, and he didn't think I was qualified to be an heir. But he thought you were." Hila paused, "I'd rather Odinson go bankrupt, so none of us can be an heir." Hila was dissatisfied Looking at Loki calmly, "Laufey is too merciful."

"I'll convey it for you," Loki said. "Kindness keeps him alive."

"I never went back to Norway after that." Hela held a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke ring. "You probably rarely hear Odin mentioning me. I'm afraid he was very angry."

"This is really a classic drama." Loki stood up clapping, he walked to the desk and stood beside Saul, he could feel Saul tensing up, "But, it's all about me What's the matter? This is between you Odinson and Laufey. My last name is Laufeyson, yes, but I'm adopted, I was born in an orphanage, we are not related by blood, and I have been with you since 15 years ago I haven’t seen Laufey either. Who knows if my biological father is in a prison in Russia or flying leaves in Detroit.”

"Poor little thing," Hela breathed out a puff of smoke, looked at Loki, as if looking at an abandoned animal, she shook her head, "You and Lau Fei were kept in the dark, you were both deceived It's-"

Loki sneered.

"That's why I said you came just in time." Hela crushed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and pulled out a thin piece of paper from the file folder, "I just got it, and I'm going to ask Saul to bring it to you , as a meeting gift from me."

She showed the paper to Loki, "Odin revised the paternity test between you and Laufey."

Loki forced himself to look at the document, filtering out the useless information, and several bright red characters of "there is a parent-child relationship" came into his eyes.

"See," Hela said with a sigh, "you are indeed a child of Laufey's family. You are Laufey's biological son, Loki."

Well, Loki went through that document again, and Hamlet became Romeo and Juliet, and he was the main character, which was exciting.

"That's why I say you are a perfect match." Hela said, "Have you decided to change your surname to Odinson or Lawfison?"

"Lao Fei didn't suspect it?" Loki maintained his composure, trying to find a flaw in Hela, "He is a cunning and suspicious old thing, he can't make a mistake on this matter."

Hela sat back on the spacious boss chair and drank the last sip of rum, "For Odin—my father, it's easy to do something with the results of the appraisal."

"Impossible." Loki said firmly, "Laufey is not that stupid."

"Laufey is so confused, he thought his housekeeper was still the loyal old Jerry," Hela patiently explained to Loki, "My father only promised a small farm, and old Jerry will I have decided to change my allegiance to someone else."

"That's impossible." Loki just repeated.

If all of this is fake and a hoax, then what has he been all these years?What are his prisons, his difficulties, his nightmares?

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