Chapter 2007: Chapter 1830: Who Told You to Make a Mistake! Living room. The youngest son shuddered. With a bitter expression. "Can I not go?" He wasn’t worried about his own safety. After all, being part of the consortium, he acted impulsively. Others might die, but he wouldn’t; at most he’d be questioned and detained for a while. However. Even being detained for a day was something he didn’t want. Upon hearing this. Cis glared at him. "Impossible. This time, you ruined a major event. A perfect plan was disrupted with so many incidents by your doing. There’s definitely a hidden hand behind prompting this; just tell the truth." Just now. After hearing the account, he knew his youngest son had been set up. Using someone else’s hand to kill? No. The other consortiums’ hand still couldn’t kill their family; it was just a successful mess. After today, other consortiums wouldn’t be as close to him as before. Clefts had already appeared. Recovery? No use. Just like spouses. No matter how good the relationship is, one act of betrayal can’t erase the fissures; hoping to return to the past is self-deception. They’ve fallen into a conspicuous scheme. Saying it was set up and had nothing to do with their family? Who would believe it? Others might even say it was self-directed and a pretext to shift blame, and the previous concealment of Ethan tarnished Credit. Now, the outcome is already set; the consortiums need someone to bear the responsibility. His family. Is the best choice. Ten minutes later. "They’re here." The butler reported. "Please." Cis said weakly. "Yes." Soon. A group of people in black entered. "Mr. Cis." "Take them away." Cis said. "Sorry for the disturbance." After saying that. They took Cis’s son away. As the operatives, they only knew the target, not the reason, and showed a certain level of respect to Cis. As for what Cis’s son did wrong, it was not for them to know. Watching the vehicles vanish. "Humph!" Cis’s face was dark. This time. He fell hard. As to who was maneuvering behind the scenes, he had no clue for the moment. In theory, all consortiums were suspects; the goal was to pull them down while the opponent gets away, maybe it’s not just one. Joined forces to pit him? Cannot rule out such a possibility. Anyway. A thick fog envelops. "Despicable, let me not find out who it is." ... An hour later. The interrogation was complete. Information was reported to various consortiums. Over this matter, they hadn’t slept. After reading it. "Cis sure has a good son." The Alasani Financial Group’s leader gritted his teeth. To prove himself, with some selfishness, he ruined such an enormous plan. A rat spoiled a pot of soup; truly a depiction. This month and more. Investigation. No results. Investigation. No results. ... Every day repeating. If the person ended up in Cis’s hands, it would be fine to say, but after being taken, hadn’t warmed before robbed again, such imagery is truly quite splendid. Truly splendid! So splendid that one dare not look, looking makes one want to beat. Immediately. He reached a conclusion: "Cis, might have already betrayed." "Impossible." "Nothing is impossible. His youngest son is the biggest factor in the failure of the entire plan. This is an unavoidable fact, and one cannot guarantee the authenticity of the current information." "Oh?" "Think about it." "If Ethan wasn’t caught, they would have kept it covered up, which is a kind of betrayal in essence. Therefore, I have reasons to suspect the so-called second robbery of people might be self-directed." Consortium. Is not a monolith. There are opponents. There are friends. This time. It’s Cis’s old enemy who capitalized on the setback. Of course. Cis also has friends. "This matter cannot be concluded recklessly; if Cis really betrayed, he wouldn’t leave any survivors, Ethan would already be dead. Even if it is related to the Cis family, it was the little guy’s own decision." "What? Want to just muddle through?" Alasani smirked. The person shook their head. "Certainly not." "Mistakes deserve punishment, but we cannot judge hastily." Friends. Won’t go berserk to protect. This matter. Cis’s family must bear responsibility, just can’t be entirely condemned. "This affair might very likely be the handiwork of that force, or at least involve them; we must continue to investigate." "Of course." Currently. The intelligence in their hands is chaotic. Just like Cis. They all suspect others because it’s still unknown who took the three Scientists. As for motives, there are too many. They were together, but now with Cis’s situation, trust has dimmed. "So what about the Cis family, how should they be dealt with?" "Money." "At least, the Swedish royal family will not let this go, a three billion Euro donation, entirely due to the failure of action, and our exhaustive investigations were heavily invested." Exploitation. They won’t relent. "Right." "Our losses were significant too, many died, and Kovalro, all losses must be shouldered by the Cis family." This time, without extracting some billions, tens of billions, they wouldn’t give up. "Get someone to compute it carefully." "Alright." Twenty minutes later. The list came out. Rounded up. Twenty billion Euros. "Isn’t it too much?" Cis’s friend remarked. Instantly. Alasani jumped out. "Too much?" "Only twenty billion Euros, and don’t forget, Kovalro’s loss alone exceed two billion, those were all elite. We’re not only seeking damages, but also demanding fines." "Think." "If successful, would it be a matter of twenty billion Euros? It would be hundreds of billions, even more, but due to that fool, it failed, twenty billion now is already very generous." "Absolutely." "Twenty billion, still amounts to little." "Selling the Cis family wouldn’t cover this failure’s losses; that was about Transcription Fluid." "..." Unanimously. Twenty billion. Shouldn’t be less. Especially the United States consortium; last time in Washington, the losses were too big, hundreds of lives, along with vehicles and helicopters, now they also factor those losses into this account. Cis. Must pay. Because he made a mistake! Actually. Asking for more is possible but they were not mortal enemies, having tea before. It’s not necessary to be too harsh; twenty billion wouldn’t break the Cis family. "Alright." "It’s decided." "Twenty billion." ... United States. Washington. Manor. Old Ford hung up the communication, also bewildered. He anticipated the result but not the process, and surely didn’t expect Cis’s family would be pulled down, that far. All of this. Leaked a familiar taste. That’s right. He was dragged down back then just like this, only he had hope to turn things around but Cis, was a genuine pawn, probably doesn’t even know who orchestrated it now. This game. Impressive. He admitted. Who would have thought it was a woman’s plot.