“Yes, when the meeting starts, we won’t agree to abolish the slumws. That way, they won’t be able to touch us.” Someone else added.


    “How is this hesitation any different from three years ago? Back then, you also said you’d stand up to Enrico, but a single fire scattered you all like smoke,” Denver sneered. “If you don’t act, watch Enrico throw the whole slum in your faces just for a woman.”


    “…”


    The crowd looked at him with various expressions, sensing that Denver was getting hysterical. He seemed determined to kill Enrico tonight.


    Denver turned to an elderly man. “Mr. Bush, I remember you. Even at your age, you slept with your granddaughter-inw and got her pregnant. When your family fought back, you ended up taking over thepany and stocks, and eventually sent them all to Wind Ind… If people are brought back, how will your family maintain its grandeur?”


    His words made everyone turn to the old man sitting further inside. The old man’s face was deeply embarrassed, his withered hands trembling uncontrobly.


    “I won’t go into detail about the rest. Everyone knows what they’ve done,” Denver said, shrugging. “But we’re fine. This country is ruled by the wealthy. Since we’re the rulers, what’s the harm in stepping on a few ants?”


    “…”


    The crowd’s faces darkened. Denver was urgent, but his urgency was not misced.


    With Enrico’s temperament, once he stepped outside, there was a real risk that the situation would be exposed, and it would be toote to change course.


    “We’re doing this for the public. Let them see that the wealthy are even worse than they imagine. What’s wrong with letting them live in our sugar-coated era?”


    Denver spoke with fervor, his eyes reflecting a reckless madness. “This is how things are-once the sugar coating is ripped away, no one finds peace, right? Why bother?”


    The old man, trembling, raised his hand, his face deeply troubled. “Count me in.”


    At this point, he still wanted to preserve some dignity.


    Once the first person relented, others began to follow suit.


    Seeing this, Denver’s eyes gleamed with determination. “If we kill Enrico and that woman tonight, we can force Rafael to side with us. Tomorrow, we issue a statement, and in the uing elections, we’ll get Rafael out. All our troubles will be gone.”


    Rachel observed the shifting attitudes in the room and said, “But isn’t the timing too rushed?”


    “Yes, it’s too hasty,” someone agreed.


    “Everyone came here. Surely, no one is staying behind?” Denver stated firmly. “If we’re going to do this, we all do it together. No one gets to leave. I refuse to believe that with all of us in this room, Enrico can walk out that door alive!”


    Rachel stood there, considering the messages from the factions behind her. It was crucial to get all the wealthy factions to turn against Enrico and Paige. Whether there was a massacre tonight or not, news of the finance summit’s bloodshed would spread worldwide, throwing A Nation into chaos.


    “Then I’ll prepare a course of action. Everyone should sign it so that we can all be witnesses to this,” Rachel said, turning to find aputer.


    Denver took a seat and began discussing the ns to kill Enrico and Paige within the building. “Count how many subordinates you have and make sure none are hiding anything. Everyone should enter secretly.”


    “If we’re doing this, don’t spare the guards either. Just like the River Town massacre, make it a terror event. Once it’s done, me the female prisoner.”


    When they started nning, their ruthlessness was apparent.


    “Then we need to change all our clothes. No identification should be brought in.”


    And so, they continued their grim discussions.


    …


    Paige stepped out onto therge terrace, the cool breeze lifting her hair and gradually clearing her head from the warmth inside.


    She looked down from her elevated vantage point.


    The media and public at the entrance had not yet left; they were still waiting for the oue of the finance summit.


    To many, the wealthy were seen as lofty, refined, and disciplined. They didn’t realize that the summit, which could change A Nation’s future, was devoid of elegance.


    Only ugliness and bloodshed remained.


    “What are you looking at?” A deep voice asked.


    Paige turned to see Enrico approaching. He didn’t nce outside but leaned casually against the railing, his gaze fixed on her with a greedy intensity.


    “The night view is nice tonight,” Paige said.


    Enrico looked out at the city below. The neon lights shimmered, and the night sky was silent and star-studded, like an inverted city of splendor.


    He turned back to her. “You look even better.”


    Her calm demeanor andposure in front of all the wealthy had nearly made him forget how she once pretended to be mad and hid in his arms.


    It was like a little bird he had sheltered flying out, showing its dazzling feathers and brilliance to too many people.


    That feeling…


    Pride.


    And annoyance.


    “I’ve finally reached this point.”


    Paige gazed at the distant night sky. When she was in the slums, she thought of transforming that hellish ce, but three years and more had passed.


    It had taken her this long, with countless bones piled along the way.


    Her gaze was steady. “Enrico, bullets have no eyes. No matter how well we prepare, the situation in this building can change in an instant. If-I’m just saying if-we really can’t withstand it… mmm.”


    She was cut off as Enrico grabbed her chin. Still leaning against the railing, he tilted his head and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her lips. He probed inside the moment she slightly opened her mouth, savoring her.


    Paige stood there, her chin forced upward. She looked at him, his eyes deep and intense, hisshes long. Behind him, the starlit sky and the profound night loomed.


    After a long moment, he released her and gazed at her with a dark, prating look. “Do you really think we’ll be defeated?”


    Paige shook her head, speaking honestly. “I just can’t be as confident as before.”


    Back then, she even dared to drink poison from the rkes family. But after the events in River Town, she could no longer guarantee sess with absolute certainty.


    “Fine, even if yourck of confidence turns into reality,” Enrico said, holding her chin, his face close to hers, his eyes reflecting hers deeply. “Are you willing to be buried with me?”


    “Are you willing?” Paige countered, meeting his gaze.


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    Enrico chuckled softly. “It’s not a matter of willingness. It’s a certainty.”


    “…”


    “Where else could you be buried but with me?”