Chapter 583: Just find an excuse, anyway, no matter how you explain it

The light of the crystal ball went out, and Lilith and Namelia looked at each other, both seeing fear in the other's eyes.

It was the first time they had seen the President so angry; if they didn't listen to the President's orders, then the President would activate the blood contract, and they would die without a burial place.

Lilith and Namelia sat on the soft couch in the secret room, the crystal ball falling to the side.

Namelia's silver-white long hair fell, covering her pale complexion.

"Sister, do we really have to go back? The President must be furious now." Her slender fingers pinched very hard, showing she was very nervous.

Lilith bit her thumb nail; this was her habit when anxious: "If we don't go back, what else can we do? With the blood contract on us, why don't we contact other stewards and try, let them probe the President's tone."

Namelia: "That's all we can do."

Carlos was definitely excluded by the sisters; it was good enough if this guy didn't speak ill of them, how could he possibly speak well.

The crystal ball lit up and went out, five times in a row.

Every steward who received the contact either mocked them or directly cut off communication.

The most excessive was the Fifth Steward, Grego; that old man with a face full of scars actually made obscene gestures at the crystal ball: "I heard you two are very capable, every time making that Personal Guard of the Holy See enjoy himself until the next day."

Lilith was so angry she directly smashed the crystal ball.

Just then, the door of the secret room was lightly knocked; Veronica entered with tea and snacks, her black hair coiled into a dignified bun, the tear mole at the corner of her eye vaguely visible.

"The two Lords have worked hard; has the President had a change of heart?" She poured tea respectfully.

It looked like she was waiting for their good news, but in fact, she was asking knowing the answer.

Lilith snorted coldly: "That bunch of idiots! They won't listen to explanations at all!"

Veronica showed a worried look at the right time: "What is to be done..." She put down the teapot and lowered her voice, "The subordinate has a bold idea."

Namelia looked up: "What idea?"

Veronica looked around to confirm no one was eavesdropping, then said softly: "Instead of going back to be punished, why not let the President shut up forever."

Lilith stood up abruptly: "Are you crazy? The blood contract will take our lives!"

"Precisely because of this." A sharp light flashed in Veronica's eyes, "As long as the President dies, the blood contract will naturally expire. The Personal Guard Lord's strength is unfathomable; if we could..."

Namelia gasped: "You mean borrowing a knife to kill?"

Veronica nodded lightly: "The two Lords only need to provide the President's whereabouts; the Personal Guard Lord will just treat it as exterminating heretics and will never know your identities. Others who see this, in order to preserve their lives, will definitely support you two as the new Presidents."

Lilith fell into deep thought; she didn't speak out against it, which proved she was thinking about whether it was possible. Veronica continued to incite: "Think about it, what has the President treated you two as all these years? Goldfinches raised in a cage, an expendable accessory, or perhaps, some kind of tool."

Namelia suddenly grabbed Lilith's hand: "Sister, she's right! The President has never treated us as his own!"

Seeing that the heat was enough, Veronica didn't say more and just exited the secret room respectfully.

She knew that what she could say had already been said, and the follow-up depended on how these two Lords thought.

After the door closed, Lilith was silent for a period of time before speaking: "This is too risky."

In fact, as long as either the President or Li Chen died, they would have an easier time.

She said this, but in fact, she was afraid of Li Chen dying.

Namelia said excitedly: "But this is our only chance; as long as the President dies, we will be free."

Inside the Drake family patriarch's study, Nader was pacing back and forth anxiously.

The candle wax on the candlestick dripped, condensing into a lump on his expensive silk slippers. ===== CHAPTER 584 =====