Chapter 57 Game Rules
All eyes instantly focused on Angel.
After a brief silence, the cook's aged face burst into a smile, blooming like a flower.
"Oh! Miss Angel!"
The cook dramatically smacked his own forehead with his palm.
"Damn it, how could I have forgotten you!"
Indeed he should be damned.
And he was not wrong.
Who was Angel?
Descendant of a political dynasty in Country M, a graduate from a prestigious school.
Her father was a renowned businessman, her mother a board member of a charity, her aunt the whip of the Donkey Party, her large family divided into thirds, one part businessmen, another part politicians, and the last third social activists, a true aristocratic family.
Not using such a powerful backing, wouldn't that be a death sentence?