Chapter 550 Reversal
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When the confession of ‘Mrs. Anderson’ first became public, most people thought that even if she wasn’t sentenced to death, she would still be spending the rest of her life in prison.
After all, murdering the president and confessing to it couldn’t possibly go unpunished, could it? Her being the victim’s wife couldn’t possibly lighten her sentence!
Of course, while the number of people expressing their condolences over the death of Oriana’s president had become much lower after her ‘accusations’ against the man, most still believed it to be the ‘most appropriate’ route.
Naturally, the smart ones simply kept silent.
The Empress of Blue Dawn, however, seemed to have taken it upon herself to honor her ‘status’ as a troublemaker, and issued a sensational statement through her official channel.
“Unlike his predecessor, I hope that Mr. Fionn can lead Oriana into an age of prosperity and progress!”
Although her statement didn’t outright curse at the dead president’s grave, it wasn’t far from it!
Some people couldn’t help but rebuke her immediately.
“Regardless of what might have happened before, is disrespecting the dead really something that an ‘Empress’ should be indulging in?”
“How unbecoming!”
“Sometimes I forget that miss Emilia is still just a child. I hope everyone can forgive her based on her age!”
The crimson-haired beauty naturally didn’t respond to these ‘influential’ figures directly, but the same couldn’t be said for her knights.
“Sometimes I forget that in the world of hypocrites, calling scumbags what they are is also considered impolite!”
“Of course, these people are more than content to close one eye in front of actual wrongdoings, but our princess is not like that!”
The fierce counterattack left many of Emilia’s critics dumbfounded, and they couldn’t help but stare at their screens blankly for a while.
‘Who resurrected these maniacs?!’
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It is often said that when one’s own home is on fire, the storms and typhoons of distant lands are the least of their concern.
Mr. Black realized just how true this saying was whenever he heard more news of the now-dead president of Oriana.
This was the man he handed over his life’s legacy to when left with no choice, and by all rights, the bastard should have been a target for his undying grudge.
However, whether it was the man’s mysterious assassination, or the ‘betrayal’ by the people of Oriana when they cheered for his wife who murdered him, none of it made him happy.
To be more precise, he felt nothing.
Whether that man was dead or alive, whether his murderer was punished or touted as a hero, whether the girl his son hated so much ended up drowning in spittle or shining in the limelight… what did any of it have to do with him now?
In their current state, Mr. Black wasn’t even sure how long he and his son could continue to survive!
After all, with the resources he had at his disposal, the leader of the Gray Wolfe Corporation would discover where the two of them were hiding sooner or later. And while he’d previously made some plans with the Nightingale clan’s leader… none of them seemed to be heading anywhere anytime soon.
Just when he thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, reality always seemed intent on proving Mr. Black wrong.
Sometimes, he even wondered if all his achievements over the past few decades had been just him getting lucky, and this was his ‘retribution’. But then he realized it couldn’t be so.
After all, had life been so ‘fair’, how could his old rival be doing so well right now?
Of course, even if luck played a certain role in their vastly different states today, Mr. Black wasn’t one to be completely blind to his own faults.
‘If only I had taught Amos better…’ He sighed. ‘No, maybe if his mother was still around…’
Unfortunately, there was no wish-granting fairy following him around, or his wife would have come back to life years ago.
‘No, maybe it’s for the best that she’s not around anymore.’ Mr. Black smiled bitterly. ‘At least she can’t see how pathetic I have become.’
Just a year or so ago, he couldn’t have even imagined a day when he would have to look at the face of an insignificant ‘clan leader’ from a foreign country and hope, just hope, that the man was still stupid and greedy enough to keep helping him.
Mr. Black sighed. “Things can’t possibly get any worse now, can they?”
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With a muffled ‘thonk’ of wood meeting flesh and bone, Amos barely managed to prevent the broken chair from falling to the ground and making any more noise.
After all, while it was important to knock his father out with a single blow, it was equally as important not to cause too much ruckus at the same time.
Fortunately, whether it was due to stress or something else, Mr. Black was no longer as strong and sturdy as he used to be, and fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
The silver-haired boy grinned after what felt like an eternity, and stepped over the bleeding head of his father victoriously. “You’re lucky that I still want you to realize how wrong you were, and how you always ruined things for me. Otherwise… you would already be dead.”
Pressing his foot down on the defenseless head of the man who always bossed him around, Amos couldn’t help but gloat. “I want to say I’m surprised that you were stupid enough to think just you would be enough to tie me down, but well… what else can one expect from the man who completely gave up Black Tiger on the first sign of trouble?”
Of course, he knew very well that his father couldn’t hear his words in his current state. But unfortunately, he simply had no more time to spare.
His father would get what was coming to him sooner or later, but he wasn’t important enough for him to waste his time right now.
Sneering, Amos quickly made his way over to the window and started climbing down carefully. “That bitch better be ready to get me out of here, or I’m gonna fucking skin her alive!”
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