Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"I wonder what brings Master Meng here so late at night?"

As Fate spoke, she deliberately avoided the scepter, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

Because that scepter had some kind of magic on him, he couldn't help but glance at it.

"late at night?"

Meng Chuan glanced at the morning light outside the window:

"It's already past midnight. Mr. Fate is quite diligent, starting work so early in the morning?"

Fate gave an awkward laugh, her expression somewhat flustered.

Even though he has seen many storms and can face anything with composure.

But when facing Meng Chuan, he appeared awkward, reserved, and uneasy.

His usual wisdom and composure were gone.

Faced with Meng Chuan's words, she was at a loss for words.

Meng Chuan sneered, his tone suddenly turning cold:

"Does Mr. Fate really not know why I'm here?"

Fate's expression changed slightly. She picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and tried to hide her nervousness.

"Master Meng is joking. How would I, a retired old man, know the purpose of your visit? As for you, what brings you here so suddenly? You must be very busy with the affairs of the Green Gang, right?"

How could Fate not know that Meng Chuan's intentions were not good?

Why would a kind person climb over the wall under the cover of night without alerting the guards outside?

"busy."

Meng Chuan nodded, his gaze fixed intently on him:

"But no matter how busy I am, I have to come see you. After all, it's Mr. Prince's idea."

He gestured for Yingdie to hand him the scepter, grasped it, and gently tapped it on the floor with a dull thud.

"This scepter looks familiar to you, doesn't it?"

Fate's gaze was fixed on the scepter, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was somewhat hoarse:

"This...this is a token of the Rothschild family. Why would Master Meng have this?"

Fate couldn't possibly deny that she didn't recognize the scepter.

Someone of this caliber couldn't possibly have never met Prince.

Even if you haven't seen it in person, you've seen it on TV.

It's unrealistic to deny it.

“Prince handed it to me personally.”

Meng Chuan lied without batting an eye, but his eyes pierced him like knives:

“He said, ‘Tell me to come to you with this scepter, and that you will know what to do.’”

These words were like a needle, piercing through Fate's feigned composure.

His face turned pale instantly, and his voice trembled.

“Mr. Prince…how could he…”

"Why not?"

Meng Chuan pressed on relentlessly:

“He said that the Rothschild family needs a new leader, and I am the one he has chosen. He also said that you are the family’s most loyal bodyguard, holding the scepter, and that you will obey my orders as soon as you see it.”

Fate looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief:

"Impossible! Mr. Prince would never..."

However, he immediately regretted saying that.

I've said things I shouldn't have.

It's not surprising that Fitt lost her composure like that.

Because these are private matters, no one but him and Mr. Prince could possibly know them.

Even Viscount Joe back then couldn't have known.

Because only he, who has inherited the position of clan leader, would have the opportunity to know.

Therefore, Meng Chuan's ability to say these words was a huge shock to him.

"Are you saying you would never hand over the family to an outsider?"

Meng Chuan sneered and pressed on:

"Take out your power bracelet! Tell me what you know!"

Meng Chuan gave up returning to China in order to find out what other tricks Prince had up his sleeve.

Meng Chuan will absolutely not leave until this matter is clarified.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about."

Fitt is still persisting.

He simply couldn't bring himself to tell the truth.

Because he knew Prince's methods better than anyone else.

Even though Prince no longer exists, he still wouldn't dare to betray him easily.

"The Rothschilds of today no longer exist."

Meng Chuan's voice was like an icicle:

“My status, my strength, even my wealth, are now far superior to Rothschild’s before. What reason do you have not to choose me?”

Meng Chuan knew what Fate was worried about.

Even when Meng Chuan knew that Rothschild had ten thousand Dead Servants, he was still wary.

Even he, the leader of the Green Gang, was wary of him, let alone Fate.

However, Meng Chuan did not need to break down Fate's psychological defenses.

Meng Chuan leaned close to Fate and whispered in his ear:

"The bracelet in your hand symbolizes the loyalty of Wen Shishi. Now that the scepter is in my hands, are you still going to pretend to be stupid?"

"Roszeld can kill you, and so can my Green Gang."

"Prince is dead, but I am still alive. Would you choose me or someone who is already dead?"

Fate's body trembled violently, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew Meng Chuan was lying; Prince would never entrust the most core aspects of the family to an outsider.

But what Meng Chuan said was true.

Even if Prince were still alive, he and Meng Chuan would be no better than each other.

Besides, Prince is dead, and Meng Chuan is now at the height of his power.

Choosing Princeton, whether I'll survive is uncertain.

But refusing Meng Chuan would definitely mean certain death.

Even his family was not spared.

Even if he wanted to refute, he found that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

On one hand, there was Prince's long-standing combination of kindness and severity; on the other hand, there was this new, unstoppable force. He was like a rat in a bellows, caught in a dilemma.

The study fell into a deathly silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock, each tick like a blow to Fate's heart.

After a long while, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he slowly lowered his head and knelt heavily on the carpet.

The muffled sound wasn't loud, but it carried a heavy weight of something settling down.

"Your subordinate... pays respects to the master of the scepter."

Fate's voice was hoarse, tinged with despair:

"The bracelet... is with me."

Looking at the old man kneeling in front of him, Meng Chuan felt no pride whatsoever.

really!

Prince, oh Prince!

It's good that you're already dead.

If you were still alive, you would be my greatest rival in this life.

Immediately afterwards, Fate got up and took out an antique silver bracelet from a hidden compartment embedded in the wall.

The bracelet is also engraved with a snake pattern, exactly the same as the pattern on the scepter.

Meng Chuan took the bracelet; it was icy cold to the touch.

Meng Chuan looked at Fate and slowly spoke:

“Now, tell me everything about Prince. Including his revenge plan, including that masked ring-bearer.”

Fate's shoulders trembled violently, as if in a final struggle.

But when he saw the scepter and bracelet in Meng Chuan's hand, he finally gave up all resistance, his voice trembling with a hint of tears:

“Three members of the Prince Prince bloodline are still alive in this world, and we are all waiting for them to come of age. The day they come of age will be the day the Rothschild family returns…”