The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 604 Ch.603 All Assets (Germany)

Roland had a big question mark in his mind about the ceremony that Hayan mentioned - but as for Randolph, he just wanted to know the answer.

"You replaced the secret organs in the private vault with fake ones."

"What secret... No! Of course not!" Hayon said anxiously: "My aunt did go to the private vault to look for the secret organ that was left behind and used in the ceremony - but it was fake! Mr. Taylor, it was a fake! I thought it was..."

Thought it was the Taylors who replaced it.

Now it seems.

"It's not me, and it's not you."

What a weird thing.

Then.

There is nothing much to talk about this topic.

Not to mention whether Randolph is willing to have a child with Cavendish, the core mystical organ has been lost, and the ritual obviously cannot be restarted.

Claudia Hayon Cavendish straightened her back silently and looked at the servants in the room. She was somewhat desperate. Her usual expression of "only a god is worthy of me" had now taken on a concrete form:
Although it is obscene, it does look like a can that has been ravaged by a strong wild horse.

Because she realized that if the servants had stolen it, then when?
One year ago? Three years ago? Five years ago?

still.

farther?

The servants have changed several times.

If the "mystical organ" were to flow into the black market, the probability of getting it back would be no higher than if she became immortal and entered the Evergreen Secret Realm alive.

we can even say.

There is no chance anymore.

Cavendish's lost 'good luck' will definitely affect her mysterious path, although Hayan has not yet clearly felt it.

She was extremely disappointed. Looking at Randolph who was calm and composed, an evil thought suddenly arose in the deepest corner of her heart.

He doesn't care about anything.

"Ms. Hayon."

Roland suddenly asked, "Regarding the 'notes' you mentioned, can you show them to me?"

Hayon hesitated: "Jocelyn Cavendish's notes?"

"That's my mother," Randolph said, increasingly disliking her rude and overbearing way of calling people by their first names. "You should call her aunt."

"Aunt, my aunt has completely destroyed the hopes of a generation of the Cavendish family with her own ability. Not only should I call her aunt, but I should also hold her high and bow to her - or should Taylor do this?"

Ha Yang sneered: "When I completely decipher the words in the notebook, I will know your mother's true identity..."

She wanted to write a few more words, but suddenly she lost interest.

"…I'll lend them to you, Mr. Collins." She glanced at Randolph, then turned back to emphasize: "Just as an apology for these days."

"But don't expect to learn much from it—it took me years to decipher fragments, Mr. Collins. It is an extremely ancient and rare language."

The woman said, then stood up and said goodbye, taking the bag and wide-brimmed hat handed to her by the servant.

She did not groan, even though the loss of her "good luck" hurt her more than other members of the Cavendish family. In her words and deeds, this woman still maintained her beautiful and hard shell, cold as ice, full of style and graceful demeanor.

Before leaving, she stopped and looked down at Randolph.

"Do you have any better suggestions on borrowing money?"

Randolph touched his knees and stood up.

"Let Jeff Cavendish come to me, Miss Hayon. Let your father, your old father who has been hiding from me, come to me—the Cavendish family is about to be discredited, and I don't think he's in any hurry."

"…My father is just dissatisfied with your father for killing his sister." "None of us knows what happened back then, Miss Hayon. Remember, this is not a debt. I want the Cavendish family's assets - your land, stocks, and all tangible and intangible assets. I am a businessman and I will not do business at a loss."

Hayon silently clenched his fist, and the emerald green lines under his skin began to wriggle with anger: "That's far more than 20,000 pounds!"

"Its value is no longer important, Miss Hayon." Randolph stared at the woman with a ferocious face, like an experienced hunter watching a beast struggling in vain in a trap: "Now there are only two choices."

"Time is short for the Cavendish family."

"Fame? Or fortune?"

Randolph looked at the figure disappearing into the porch, then sat back on the sofa and rolled up the elastic cigar in his hand.

"I still don't like her."

"I'm different from you." Roland looked at this woman who had 'little knowledge' but forced herself to show 'broad vision', this woman who was almost arrogant but could quickly put herself in the right position after discovering the gap between them, with an almost indifferent look.

He didn't like him very much, but he didn't hate him very much either.

The Beast Fang faction...

Much like Randolph.

"and you."

"With me?" Randolph's eyebrows flew across his narrow face, as if he had heard some shocking joke (such as a man who accidentally slipped and fell on the belly of a horse). "I'm a businessman, Roland. I never talk or look at people with my chin."

Roland shook his head: "You two are very similar."

At least the ritualists of the Beast Fang faction of the "Great Whirlpool" follow a doctrine, or perhaps a way of treating everything, that is to some extent close to the survival rules of businessmen.

Frankly speaking, it's not particularly annoying.

No, especially.

Because through the animal fangs, Roland could guess how annoying the "Tree Mother" they were talking about was.

Everything has contrast.

"So, you don't have to have kids with Cavendish?"

"I didn't intend to have a child with her," Randolph leaned over and rubbed his face. "Too close, Roland. I'm not 'retro' to this extent. Besides, I won't hand over my life and fate to an unknown ritual..."

He said.

"Not even if you're next to me."

Randolph would not take such a risk, even with Roland and Patton watching.

The rituals of the occult world are varied and dangerous.

If anything goes wrong...

What's more, he didn't think Hayon would let it go - the secret organ was fake, Randolph saw it with his own eyes, what about Hayon?
Does she believe him?
"I'll have to ask my Mr. Bellows."

Randolph was exhausted by the mysteries that came one after another these days.

He couldn't believe that his father was a man who robbed his wife's family of their fortune, nor did he understand why his mother, who had a blurry back and spoke little in his childhood, would do such a thing - he had no interest in the so-called "return" of fortune.

But he was eager to find out what happened during those years.

"Will Cavendish hand over all his property?"

Randolph sneered without grace and shook his wrist. "They have no choice, Roland. You should have seen these 'ancient families' that should have died in history long ago. For these people, nothing is more important than reputation."

"Even if you sell your property at a low price?"

"That's called 'industry'?" Randolph said disdainfully: "It's not even as much as the pocket money I give Betty... Cavendish, Cavendish... No wonder so many people hate the secret party. These old guys..."

(End of this chapter)