Miss Alice, calm down

The mob is still the mob, and Ryan realized just how naive he had been all this time.

Ryan and Alice had always been close, and there was a reason for that. To him, Alice was just a slightly snobbish heiress, but behind the scenes, she was the ruler of this dark underworld.

They were fundamentally different, and their time together was bound to be short-lived.

"What do you think, Miss Alice?"

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, Dante nodded slightly, then turned to Alice to give her the floor.

Alice frowned slightly, displeased. She didn't understand Dante's intention in bringing her into this at that moment.

It was just a routine matter, why the need for her comment?

Dante's expression was benign, his gaze deep as if pondering something. Alice couldn't figure it out, but not responding would obviously make Dante look bad.