HLnovel Chapter 404 The Game Between Family and Company
Chapter 404 The Game Between Family and Company
Ladio exhaled a breath. Sure enough, when you're with this guy, you can forget about anything scientific.
At this moment, members of the family came out.
"Gentlemen, the head of the family invites you in on Sunday."
Sandstone glanced at Latio, "Let's go, Professor, something even bigger is waiting for us."
They had just stepped into the room when Sunday's voice came through.
"It seems the riddle I set for you was too easy, company envoy."
Sand Gold looked at Sunday standing at the table. "Thank you for your kind words and for taking so much effort to welcome me, Mr. Sunday. But this is really not the kind of thing someone who sincerely invites someone would do."
On Sunday, I noticed a barb in the Sand Gold dialect.
He smiled slightly. "So this is not an invitation, but a summons. Before we begin our conversation, I need to test your character."
“Summon me? Then you should bring me here with you.” Sand Gold sneered.
"That won't do, otherwise your patriarch won't stand for it."
“Oh no, that was my oversight. It seems your patriarch has never really wanted to take care of you,” Sunday said with a smile.
Sand Gold laughed; of course he knew who the head of Sunday Air was.
Eve, Director.
The highest-ranking person in the company at Pinocone.
But now, the situation is different.
"Alright, your knowledgeable friend here should have been a great help, right?"
"Of course, you should know this better than I do—he has faithfully fulfilled his duties, hasn't he?"
Sand Gold glanced at Ladio, his eyes holding a meaningful look.
"Yes, the professor vouched for your noble character. He said that you two are equally upright and are trustworthy members of the family."
“I know you very well now, Mr. Sandstone. Your diligence, generosity, and cooperativeness, and your successful overcoming of numerous obstacles to reach me, give me reason to believe in your wisdom and courage.” Sunday pretended to be deep in thought.
“If that’s the case, you still say it’s a summons.”
"In my memory, the summons process isn't like this, is it?" Sand Gold asked.
"Because there is one thing I have to ask you, and that is that you have misused your talents, which led you to meet people you should not have met and to appear in places you should not have appeared in... and to witness the tragic Robin case that should never have happened."
“A tragedy? Oh, sorry, I sympathize with that.”
"You don't look too well. Just to confirm, is it me who's making you anxious?" Sand Gold suddenly asked with concern.
"Of course, if not, then I'm on your side."
"Master..."
The words "Sand Gold" clearly carried another meaning.
Sunday's expression turned cold. "If I understand correctly, your words... make extremely serious accusations against the family."
Sunday certainly knew who killed the robin, but he couldn't reveal it now and needed to remain silent.
Moreover, he also wanted to see what this gold dust was all about.
As the head of the family and the person in charge of Pinocchio, he is now going to turn white into black, and we'll see if he has the ability to turn things around.
"An accusation? No, it's more like a whistleblower report. You're absolutely right, because evil is quietly growing around you."
"Let's not beat around the bush and talk about your sister. Your sister's talent is unparalleled in the entertainment industry, but as you know, her voice has been somewhat discordant since she returned to Pinocchio."
“What’s even more terrifying is that she can no longer sing about death. Who did it? People think the killer is among the outsiders, but I know… you have a different answer in your heart.”
Sand Gold's tone was serious, yet laced with a hint of cunning.
"Now, your noble status has become a shackle, preventing you from taking action to apprehend the murderer and avenge your sister. You are isolated and helpless, which is why you feel so anxious."
"But don't worry, I'm on your side."
By making this combined move, Sand Gold not only cleared himself of suspicion but also threw the conflict back into the family.
At the same time, he was also trying to win over Sunday.
In his view, the only person in the entire family with the ability and the means to break the deadlock was this man.
But Sunday was not interested in what Sand Gold had to say.
"It is my great honor that Mr. Sand Gold is so considerate of me—so someone as selfless and generous as you wouldn't ask for anything in return, would you?"
Sand Gold spread his hands. "Of course, you won't lose anything. I just want back what's rightfully mine: my freedom, my personal belongings kept by the family—that bag of cash, and…"
On Sunday, he picked up where he left off, "And the box that stores the 'foundation stone,' right?"
"No wonder he became the head of the family at such a young age."
"Then I thank you in advance, Master." As Sand Gold spoke, he reached for the box on the table.
"Wait a minute," Sunday suddenly called out.
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