More than an hour later.
Atlantis City Foreign Affairs Reception.
Moli successfully arranged the Honored Duke Cyril Sack himself and his entourage of servants, coldly walking out of the reception doors with her team closely following.
At this moment, Moli was in a bad mood. During the arrangements, as she had more contact with Cyril Sack, she found that although he seemed friendly on the surface, his words were full of hidden tricks and snares, making it hard to guard against—a typical old fox maneuver.
The process of arranging for him only took about an hour, but she had internally flared up at least three times. If she hadn't suppressed it, she might have dismantled Cyril Sack's bones on the spot.
Standing outside the reception doors, Moli's gaze was icy, clearly her anger hadn't subsided, and she was extremely displeased.
