The noble silver-gray hair on the screen was scattered, and she took off all her disguises. She changed from Monica back to Veronica, and back to the queen who controlled Fiseld.

The gold-plated armrests on the dark red sofa gave it an elegant and luxurious feel. Veronica leaned there, raised her white legs under her skirt, and looked at Fang Ran on the other side of the screen with a smile.

She didn't speak, just looked at Fangran with a smile.

The silver-gray pupils were filled with the same look that appeared in the pearl of the night that night.

In the end, Fangran was defeated first and looked away. Even though his usual appearance was more or less exaggerated, he was really not good at dealing with this kind of woman who was no longer an ordinary level.

why?

Maybe it's just a lack of confidence...

In fact, Fangran never knew how to face Veronica, just like the mysterious and enchanting person wearing a black cloth cloak who treated her as belongings.

Whether it was the crisis that night in the Pearl of the Night, whether he had clearly distinguished the occasion, or whether he was calmed down by the name of the national mission, in short, he put away his usual appearance and became calm and serious. He really didn't expect it.

The person he randomly chooses to talk to on the open deck will be the true owner of the night pearl.

Even though he might have been a little confused at the time, he never expected that fate would really play a joke on him.

He thought that even if he exposed a slightly different side of himself than usual, the other party was just a weak foreign girl anyway. After the mission was completed, he would never meet again, so it didn't matter. The consequence was that after he gave her the [Illusion Card],

Night Crow's identity was completely exposed.

Moreover, unlike everyone else, only in Veronica's eyes, he is the one who is slightly silent, calm, and able to think about many things, the one who takes off the mask and is the original him.

The only person who knows what he is now.

The two people, who had a somewhat special relationship, met in this way after a long time.

Seeing Fangran avert his eyes slightly, Veronica smiled. No one knew whether she was really happy at the moment.

"It seems you remember my name well."

Fangran was silent for a moment, looked at the Crimson Queen's scepter on the desk, then paused slightly, shook his head, sighed helplessly and said:

"I didn't expect that you would give me such a valuable thing."

"I didn't expect that you would meet Abel there."

Veronica took the red wine sent by the silent maid next to her, the goblet stopped between her white fingers, and the blood-colored liquid swayed in the glass container under the gaze of her silver-gray pupils.

She smiled casually, as if she was talking about a trivial matter that was not important:

"The Crimson Queen is the symbol of our O'Brien family and also the symbol of Fiseld."

After listening to Veronica's words, Fang Ran looked dumbly at the golden scepter inlaid with a huge crimson crystal in his hand, and smiled slightly:

"So, why do you want this kind of thing..."

"Why should I give it to you?"

Before Fangran could finish speaking, Veronica turned her head and leaned close to the screen to look at him. The shoulder straps of the gorgeous skirt slightly slipped from her pale shoulders. From this angle, Fangran could vaguely see her neckline.

The unobstructed snow-white arc in the middle.

His pupils shrank and he subconsciously wanted to look away again, when he saw Veronica had already stood up with a slight smile and said:

"Because didn't you say that we are friends?"

Fangran was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his face and smiled bitterly to cover up his blushing heartbeat, remembering what he had said to Veronica in that room that night when the Pearl of the Night sank.

"Although, rather than being friends, I hope you agree to my proposal at that time."

As if she had deliberately made that move provocatively just now, Veronica shook the goblet, and the European and American sexiness and beauty were vividly reflected in her long silver-gray hair and pale skin.

Similar to Ling but completely different, compared to Ling's appearance, which is more like a teenage girl, Veronica is the mixed-race beauty who completely embodies the Chinese style.

She was leaning on the deep red armrest sofa with gold inlays, taking off her mask and spreading out her aura. In the figure of the cold-toned pale beauty, she could no longer find the frail and elegant figure wearing tortoise shell glasses.

'Monica' look.

With her true personality, she has the power to make any man's mouth dry and his blood surge.

"Moreover, he also wears a mask to hide his nature, identity, and strength, hiding where others cannot see him, and observing the world around him..."

Lowering her eyes, her silver-gray pupils slid in the half-closed narrow eye sockets, looking in Fangran's direction, Veronica's voice whispered with an inexplicable meaning.

"We are the same kind, aren't we?"

After hearing this, Fangran remained silent without answering, and Veronica just looked at him.

After a long time, Fangran suddenly smiled bitterly as if he had no choice. He put down the scepter called Crimson Queen in his hand, looked at Veronica on the screen who was an unknown distance away from him, and sighed softly, as if he couldn't laugh or cry.

Opening:

"I'm not as powerful as you say."

He shook his head, raised his gaze, looked at Veronica, who would have looked at her as a friend, and thought about his words for a moment.

"I just..."

Thinking of the days spent in rented houses or night games, Fangran smiled knowingly, and said with a smile:

"I just like that way of life."

Speaking of which, maybe it's because Veronica learned her true appearance, maybe it's because the two of them are far away from each other anyway, but maybe it's just because...

On that night when the Pearl of the Night was trapped in a storm, they were trapped together in the underground ballroom.

In short, Fangran smiled bitterly, and his tone was helpless, as if he was complaining to a close friend of his.

"Moreover, whether it's Ye Crow's status as a wanted person, or things like that night's Pearl of the Night, many things were actually forced by me to do that step, and so was that power."

"So, this is the reason why you rejected me then?"

Even though the corners of her mouth were slightly raised after hearing Fangran's tone, Veronica still spoke with a strong offensive tone and squinted her eyes.

-'So, be my lover, Fangran.'-

Even though more than half a month has passed, the impact of these words has not diminished at all to Fangran.

"Although it's not the case, can we not talk about this issue?"

Fangran said helplessly, rubbing his eyebrows, and then he saw Veronica's silver-grey pupils staring at him, as if waiting for his answer.

So he looked up at the office he was in.

Although it is not as good as the one he stayed in that morning, it is still high-end and bright enough, symbolizing that the owner has a high status in the Capital-Xike District and has an annual salary of one million.

"You know, I came to the largest private hospital in China today. Because the owner is a very familiar participant, I was thrown into the position of experiencing high-level decision-making for a whole day."

Fangran said with a sigh, thinking of the complicated documents to be processed in the morning, his head felt swollen.

He took a long breath and looked at the elegant, sexy and beautiful Veronica. He stopped thinking about the things that he found troublesome and suddenly felt a little relaxed.

"Then I saw a permission document regarding group recruitment, which required my signature."

Veronica raised her eyebrows slightly, wondering why Fangran suddenly mentioned this. The warm light of the Empire Manor broke through the relief marble walls and filled the luxurious palace-like room where she was.

Then she saw Fang Ran smile bitterly:

"The people up there are all graduates from prestigious schools that I looked up to in the past."

Fangran raised his head and looked at Veronica, with a calm look in his eyes as if he didn't know what he was thinking.

"But now they all need my permission to work in this top hospital in China. Don't you feel the contrast is a bit big?"

He smiled and looked at the more than 20 floors of the Sacred Heart Group overlooking the Xike District, which symbolizes the high-end level.

"Those who I once looked up to and envied, and thought they were from famous schools and had a lot of knowledge and skills, may not even be qualified to be your employees. Even this company is already very powerful in my opinion.

A hospital may not mean anything to you."

Fangran spread his hands helplessly and sighed, while Veronica looked at him without saying anything, as if she was complaining to her classmates.

"So, I can't even imagine the world you live in."

"And, lovers and stuff..."

Speaking of this, Fangran was a little embarrassed to say anything. He turned his eyes away from Veronica in front of him, closed his eyes and sighed as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"This topic is too adult for me. What do you say to someone who has not yet entered society?"

After speaking, Fangran raised his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked quietly at the Crimson Queen in his hand.

The beautiful, elegant and brilliant crimson scepter represents another layer of deeper meaning.

"Do you know what you rejected?"

Abruptly, Veronica spoke coldly without expression, and her standard Chinese was even more smooth in her mouth as a European and American.

Just when Fangran was about to sigh and speak, Veronica continued.

She put her arms on the gilded armrests, supported her cheeks, and turned her eyes back to the red wine in her goblet.

His eyes were distant, his silver-grey pupils staring at the reflection of the blood-red liquid, as if he was thinking thoughtfully.

"I originally thought you didn't know, but now it seems like you know it very well."

"Ye Crow, no, maybe I should call you Fangran."

Veronica suddenly turned her head and raised her white neck slightly, like a queen looking at the knight who rejected her.
To be continued...