Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Portofino, Italy.

As evening falls, the Bay of Genoa, surrounded by mountains, is bathed in golden sunlight, and people chat and laugh on the beach.

This small town is home to many wealthy Italians and luxury goods, yet it remains simple and natural. It is also an excellent diving harbor, with underwater sites full of red coral and the remains of ancient ships, where schools of fish swim leisurely.

At the entrance of the Splendid mountaintop hotel, the red-haired girl waited listlessly for her summons.

Chen Motong felt that it would be somewhat difficult to get Caesar to help her end her dying wish of ending the Bride Plan.

The difficulty lies in striking the right balance.

Caesar is currently just a 16-year-old boy, at the peak of his chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) phase. Although rebellious, he is easy to understand.

Most importantly, by this time he should have already harbored deep hatred for the Gattuso family.

Moreover, this so-called bride plan is probably something Caesar utterly despises, and it could be directly thwarted simply by informing him.

However, if she were to tell him directly, she, as the bride arranged for him by the Gattuso family, would likely be disliked. In that case, although the bride plan would be terminated, she would probably be blamed for sabotaging the plan.

Therefore, the last wish was for Caesar to help end the plan, rather than for her to end the plan herself.

So the difficulty lies in ending the bride plan together without making Caesar like or dislike him.

So here's the problem: logically, she should have to wait until 08, when she enrolls at Kassel College, to get to know Caesar. But it's only 04 now. She can't possibly wait another four years, can she?

So is there any way for her to get in touch with Caesar in a reasonable and unsuspecting manner?

Chen Motong pondered, but for a moment he really had no ideas.

Just then, Derek Gattuso, who had gone in to deliver the message, came out while wiping the sweat from his brow and respectfully said to Chen Motong, "Miss Chen, Mr. Frost is waiting for you inside."

He wasn't usually this respectful to Chen Motong; when they first met, he was even arrogant and condescending.

But when he witnessed firsthand how this girl had rescued three people from a dragon when she was 13, and how she had shot her own father when she was 15, he couldn't help but become respectful.

Chen Motong ignored his change in attitude, nodded, and walked into the hotel.

Upon arriving at the suite on the hotel's top floor, Derek Gattuso respectfully knocked on the door. A deep, serious voice from inside said, "Come in."

Derek Gattuso then pushed open the door, respectfully gesturing for Chen Motong to enter, and immediately closed the door from the outside after Chen Motong entered.

The presidential suite's office was simple and understated. The elderly man sat behind his desk, revealing a serious face that belied his age.

He was Frost, the acting head of the Gattuso family, and on the surface, the most powerful person in the entire Gattuso family.

Frost didn't rush to speak, but instead looked the girl up and down, a sharp glint of an eagle flashing in his dim, yellow eyes.

Chen Motong met his gaze without any guilt, her dark red eyes remaining completely calm.

"I heard you killed your father."

Finally, Frost spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"Yes," Chen Motong readily admitted.

She killed the head of the Chen family in front of Derek Gattuso, without intending to hide it from the Gattuso family.

"Do you know how important he was to the family?" Frost's voice suddenly turned low, and his eyes turned cold. "And you just killed him like that, causing the family a great loss."

Faced with his accusation, Chen Motong simply nodded and asked, "So?"

"No matter how valuable he was, he's already dead, isn't he? A dead person has no value. Are you going to kill me to avenge him? Wouldn't that be a greater loss for you?"

Upon hearing this, Frost was speechless. He had never expected such an answer, but upon reflection, it did indeed make sense...

But he quickly realized something was wrong, his brow furrowed, and he said coldly, "That's no excuse for killing him. You did something wrong."

"There's an old Chinese saying, 'Survival of the fittest.'" Chen Motong smiled slightly. "There's also a saying, 'There are no kings in the world; the capable shall rule.'"

"You may not know this because you're not Chinese, but our Chen family has a rule: whoever kills the previous head of the family becomes the next head."

"Killing him only proves that I am capable and stronger than him, and that I deserve to be the head of this household. What wrong have I done?"

The girl spoke slowly and deliberately, unaffected by the old man, with an air of certainty that it was the truth and there was no need for further discussion.

Frost was truly stunned.

He had heard of this management method before. In that ancient country, there were emperors who cultivated their crown princes in this way, like raising poisonous insects, with the one who survived to the end getting everything.

But the problem is...

"How come I didn't know the Chen family had this rule?" Frost asked, frowning.

As a subordinate family of the Gattuso family, the Chen family has been secretly helping the Gattuso family for many years, mainly in genetic research. The bond between the two families is very deep.

In this situation, how could Frost, as the acting head of the Gattuso family, not know that the Chen family had such bloody rules?

"Oh, I added that after I became the head of the family." Chen Motong grinned. "Now you know."

Frost: "?"

Frost: "Who told you you're the head of the Chen family now?"

"Who else could it be but me? None of my brothers and sisters are capable, or are you trying to parachute in someone?"

Chen Motong looked thoughtful, and after a long while said seriously, "You parachute in one, I'll kill one, or you can take care of me now, otherwise no one can become the head of this family."

Frost: "..."

Frost suddenly felt extremely powerless.

His original plan was to pressure Chen Motong to realize his mistake, and then magnanimously forgive him, but with conditions.

Based on his years of experience managing subordinates, he felt that the other party was just a 15-year-old child, and this set of methods could be easily controlled.

As it turned out, the red-haired girl didn't follow his lead at all; she had her own set of logic.

Moreover, she was convinced that she still had value, and that the Gattuso family would not punish her for the sake of a dead person, and that was indeed the case.

But Frost was unwilling to let a 15-year-old control him, so he coughed and skipped the topic.

"Do you know why I called you to Italy?"

"What are you doing?" Chen Motong asked.

"Have you forgotten your duty? You are the bride chosen by your family for Caesar; it is time for you to fulfill your responsibilities."

"And Caesar, lately, has become more resistant to his family, showing signs of losing control."

Frost paused here, then continued, "So, I'm now going to arrange for you to approach him."

Chen Motong: "?"