Darkstone Code-Chapter 956 - 954: No Sincerity

Marlori’s Sapphire has been lost in Bupen for five days.

Actually, she arrived here much earlier, as indicated by the line above, she came here five days ago.

At that time, the Federation’s public opinion was pessimistic about Every Moment, so Marlori’s Sapphire did not immediately contact Lynch but waited quietly.

She was smart. She knew it was a good moment, but not the best one; she wanted to wait until Lynch, or Every Moment, was completely desperate, then appear as the savior.

At that moment, no matter how unreasonable the price she proposed, Lynch and Every Moment would have to accept it—if they did not want to be dismantled or give up the tobacco business.

However, some things did not develop as she imagined; today, everything has turned upside down.

Lynch and Every Moment struck a vital blow to those "robbers", directly delaying all court case times and gaining precious opportunities for themselves.

More importantly, Mr. Wardrick’s involvement has made many people consider whether to change their attitudes and positions.

This also means Lynch has more time and possibilities to tackle some current issues, like the "Black Gold Tobacco" he mentioned at the shareholders’ meeting.

Sapphire has her name, Isabella. She is eager to have a talk with Lynch now, but... she can’t reach Lynch.

"Sorry, ma’am, this is a private residential area. If you had contact with Mr. Lynch, he should have left a message for us before you arrived here." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"If Mr. Lynch forgot, please go to the phone booth next to you and give Mr. Lynch a call to remind him, and that way, we can let you in."

"If it offends you, I am deeply sorry, but this is my job, and I must do it."

The security guard apologized but resolutely blocked the entrance to the community, looking at Isabella. His tone was very gentle and firm; in any case, she couldn’t get in.

The service quality of the Half Mountain Villa District does not need to be questioned; the fact that wealthy people choose to buy property here explains everything.

Someone thought Lynch brought instability factors to the community and wanted to ask Lynch to leave. Lynch, on the other hand, hoped they would leave and offered to buy their villas.

So far, no one has expressed wanting to leave here or sell their property to Lynch.

A person without an appointment or message wanting to enter this place is not a simple matter. To the service company, they sometimes seem to be "difficult", but it actually earns favor from the rich.

Because they directly block some troubles outside the community, without the property owners having to show up.

Isabella looked distressed as she headed to the phone booth nearby. She dazed for a while inside the booth.

If she knew Lynch’s phone number, she wouldn’t have to waste words with the security guard, but the problem is she doesn’t know it.

She thought it should be very easy to meet Lynch, but in fact, she overestimated her own ability and underestimated the security level around Lynch after Sanchez’s "revenge".

Unable to enter the villa district, unable to approach Lynch, she couldn’t even get inside Every Moment’s main entrance—not being a company employee and without an appointment, the guards wouldn’t allow her to enter the company lobby, let alone let her access the underground garage.

As for Lynch?

He leaves by car from the underground garage every day. If she can’t enter this office building, then unfortunately, she will never be able to meet Lynch.

Just as Isabella considered whether to call her dumb brother and ask him for some phone numbers, someone knocked on the door of the phone booth.

She turned to glance, seeing a guy who looked like an ordinary person, and made a "go away" gesture toward the guy outside.

Another knock, if someone is very annoyed, even a little stimulus could make them explode like dynamite.

At this moment, Isabella was like that, full of anger, even a normal person came to interrupt her, she couldn’t stand it!

Just as she turned to go out and argue with the scoundrel at the door, intending to kick him with her little camel leather boots, she saw an ID.

It had an emblem shaped like the Federation’s territory, with two crossed swords in the upper right corner, along with some letters.

"Hello, Ms. Isabella, I’m a senior special agent from the Bail Federal Security Committee. We need to consult you about something, do you have time now?"

Isabella noticed the other hand of the person tucked into their chest, from afar she saw her several subordinates being sent into a car by someone. Her furious expression quickly calmed down, "I have time..."

"Please get in the car."

Later, when Lynch returned from Mr. Wardrick’s, the Security Committee people informed him of this message.

Originally, Lynch was puzzled; how could the General’s key money sack be upended by him with one blow, and yet not reach out to him. Turns out it wasn’t reaching out!

This also made Lynch careless about Marlori’s Sapphire; she was just a dumb woman.

At a little past eleven in the evening, Lynch met Isabella.

She had changed from head to toe; her clothes and items she carried were sent for processing. Only after processing could they be returned.

Mariluo’s poisons are world-renowned. Because of its climate and geography, Mariluo grows a richer variety of plant resources than elsewhere, including many toxic substances.

They are adept at using these toxic substances. To prevent Isabella from hiding any undetected poisons on her body, the simplest method was to wash her thoroughly from head to toe, then dress her in clothes prepared by the Federation.

After Isabella sat down, Lynch kept staring at her, which made her slightly angry.

Partly due to Lynch’s gaze and more due to her evening’s experience, as well as the Federation Security Committee’s attitude.

"That was their doing!", she said as if complaining, yet also explaining a bit, "You guys are really barbaric, more barbaric than the most barbaric people I’ve ever seen."

Lynch had a slight smile, flipping his wrist as if emphasizing something, "Because they shaved your hair?"

"Hair is indeed very good at deceiving others." he added.

Feeling both ashamed and desperate, the bald-headed Isabella found everything here unusual.

Glaring fiercely at Lynch, suppressing her anger, she took a deep breath and calmed down slightly, "I represent my father, the General, here to negotiate with you."

Lynch jokingly replied, "You don’t need to act as though I must negotiate with you or your father. Honestly, I don’t care whether you come or not!"

Lynch asked the maid to bring some wine, alcohol can soothe one’s emotions and nerves.

Isabella remained silent for a while, everyone said she was clever, she thought so too, but facing this younger man, she had lost some confidence.

Because, no matter what she said, the other party could always block her in a way she didn’t know how to continue the conversation, like now.

No matter what she said, Lynch didn’t need anything, there was no foundation for communication.

"What do you want me to do so we can have a proper talk?", Isabella looked at Lynch, expression somewhat determined.

She thought she was a pretty girl, at least everyone she knew thought so. If using her body could solve this issue, she didn’t think it was a loss.

Compared to power, the body is merely a chip, a commodity that always belongs to oneself.

Lynch shook his head, "I have no requests of you because I don’t need anything."

"There’s something I’m not sure if you’ve heard before."

Lynch took a sip of wine, brewing his emotions, "If a climber puts the ropes that maintain his life in someone else’s hands, he will completely lose himself."

"The previous situation was just like that, Each Moment leveraged on the low-cost tobacco you provided, maintaining a sustained high rate of growth. Once the raw material was tightened, Each Moment would immediately fall into a crisis."

"This abnormal trade relationship should end, it shouldn’t exist or continue."

Isabella’s expression turned solemn... or at least she thought it did. In reality, it was comical; Lynch’s mood was quite serious, but when Isabella instinctively tried to brush her hair, he couldn’t help but laugh.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you’d amuse me to laugh suddenly. It wasn’t intentional." He put down the glass, apologized for his ungentlemanly behavior.

Isabella’s face turned pale, it was merely her instinctive habit, she was so engrossed she forgot she was bald now.

She glared at Lynch, trying to endeavor, "I heard you have signed supply and sales contracts with some companies for tobacco leaf raw materials from Nagariel."

She was making her last effort, but clearly, it was useless.

"Firstly, the agricultural and pastoral company you mentioned, I have shares in it, and quite a few, and I can hold it fully owned anytime, anywhere."

"Secondly, the relationship between Nagariel New Federation and the Federation is very close, our people can find issues anytime, anywhere, and solve the problems..."

Talking about this "problem," both Lynch and Isabella knew it wasn’t a "problem," but rather people causing "trouble."

"But Mariluo isn’t like this; you can disregard our opposition, decide on your own whether to continue the agreement, because it’s a warlord-ruled society, you have significant power."

"Just like now, if you genuinely have sincerity, you should bring tobacco leaves, not come empty-handed..."

Lynch pursed his lips.