My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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1250

A huge luxury cruise ship on the high seas, surrounded by dozens of luxury yachts.

In order to ensure the safety of these rich and powerful individuals, there were many warships and submarines within tens of miles of the yacht.

In the middle of the huge cruise ship was a magnificent meeting room filled with men and women dressed in bright clothes.

At this moment, many people in the meeting room had impatient expressions. They had already been waiting here for nearly two hours.

However, none of the people they wanted to see or hear had given a clear response.

Beside him, a beautiful woman with a slender figure was feeding him grapes.

Seeing how the handsome fellow enjoyed himself so easily, the participating elders became more and more dissatisfied.

"Lord Beryl, may I ask when we can meet the Madam?" A white-haired old man, who was dressed like a noble, asked with a sharp gaze while leaning on a golden eagle head cane.

"Prince Wilson, what's the hurry? There's food and drinks here. If you get tired from the acid, there's a maid who will massage you."

"We are not here to enjoy ourselves. We are here to pay tribute to the mighty King of Hell! However, even if Master Lucifer is in closed door cultivation, we should still be able to meet his wife or Master Sally, right? " Prince Wilson said.

Belle teased the girl beside him while he replied leisurely, "You people …" He suddenly mentioned that he would pay tribute together and that it would be too hasty.

Another fat middle-aged man, who wore a white robe and a head scarf, and wore a pocket watch said seriously, "Master Beryl, although we came in a hurry, we are all sincere."

All of us support the king for at least three years, or at most seven or eight years. Every year, we pay tribute to the king and receive his protection.

Right now, we heard that in order to prevent the Underworld Sovereign King from betraying the ancient people and causing severe injuries, we were all extremely worried. That's why we had to pay our respects to him. "

Beryl replied with a smile: "Chief Hassan, I know that your consortium always pays the top few tribute. We believe in your sincerity towards our boss."

A middle-aged Caucasian man in a black suit asked, "Lord Beryl, are you sure Lucifer is fine?"

"Forgive me for being presumptuous, but it has already been a month since the massacre in Moxi City. Even Sir Lucifer needs so much time to recover from his injuries."

Beryl stroked the waist of the lady beside him as he replied, "Mr. Morgan, your family is very good at business and politics, but they are not cultivators after all.

Our boss is not in closed-door training to recover from his injuries. He is using this opportunity to break through to an even stronger realm.

Beryl's gaze was full of ridicule as he swept his gaze over the elders present.

However, they were all wondering what was going on inside.

If the rumors were true, that Lucifer the Infernal King had perished, he would no longer be a tree he could rely on.

The underground world has changed. Even if rich and powerful people like them had more money, they would still need to keep their lives.

The true situation of the nbsbsbsFERNO was of paramount importance to them.

Beryl's eyes fell on an old gentleman: "Old Pino, these two years you have been close to our boss. Do you think our boss has perished?"

"Haha …" I will tell my boss about your words. "Belle sighed," Ah … As the saying goes, suffering is hard to bear.

Beryl looked at everyone with a smile that was not a smile. Although he was smiling, there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

A handsome white nobleman wearing a gentle robe and glasses picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. With a faint smile, he said, "Lord Beryl, please don't misunderstand our sincerity."

However... In the past month, the Sacred Royal Court that had disappeared once before once again rose to prominence once more and established the 'Sacred Heavenly Kingdom'.

They said. Lord Sally Ye is the main culprit behind the massacre in Moxi City, and there are already quite a few powerful people in the underground world who intend to form an alliance with them to suppress … "

Hearing the white nobleman's words, the crowd had a complicated expression on their faces.

Even though everyone felt that there was a problem in the Dark Council, most likely a tragedy caused by the Strigoi, Sally Ye must have played an important role in it.

Actually, as matters stood, these rich and powerful nobles didn't really care who killed those millions of commoners.

The more people died, the more cities were destroyed. Instead, they made a profit, making a huge profit.

What they cared about was whether this event would turn into an opportunity for new powers to rise in power, and for Purgatory to decline …

After Beryl heard these words, he smiled and said, "Sir Auland, your family seems to be very close to the Rothschild Family … …"

"Brandon from Rothschild suffered a huge loss under our boss's hand. Could it be that you plan to go and trust that bullsh * t Holy Heavenly Kingdom this time around?"

Beryl's eyes flashed, and her expression turned cold.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard the door to the meeting room open.

"My apologies, but I've dealt with a bunch of random problems and have made everyone wait for a long time …"

Dressed in a dignified blue dress with her hair tied up gracefully, Su Qingxue walked into the meeting room, accompanied by Asmuntis and Azzle.

"Madam!"

Belle quickly moved out of the way and pulled out a chair, smiling as he invited Su Qingxue to sit.

When Su Qingxue sat down, her ice-cold gaze swept across everyone present. Any one of these people would have a higher seniority than her and would have a higher qualification than her, but they were not afraid in the slightest.