Second-generation people like Ying Shi who were born on the island are more likely to be exposed to this kind of confidential information.
Speaking of which…
When Qiao Nian thought of this, she suddenly remembered someone: "I know who to ask."
"Who?" Feng Yu perked up.
Qiao Nian blinked her black eyelashes and looked at him slowly: "Elena... is the one who first got the information about the Faded Ones from us."
Feng Yu certainly knew who Elena was, but...
"She'll tell us?"
Qiao Nian raised the corner of his mouth and said ostentatiously: "No."
"Then why did you ask her..." Feng Yu simply couldn't understand what she was thinking.
Qiao Nian seemed to have an idea and said nonchalantly: "She won't tell us, but I can threaten her to tell me!"
Feng Yu: “…” What a fresh and unconventional way to ask for help.
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The sixth continent.
In the Irene family territory.
Mrs. Hill was waiting in the living room for the servant to come down.
I saw the servants bring down the food intact.
She was impatient and called out to the person who was stopping her: "She still refuses to eat?"
The servant immediately looked down at her toes and replied, "The eldest lady said she has no appetite and refused to open the door, ma'am."
Mrs. Hill took a deep breath and sat back on the sofa. She waved weakly at her, signaling her to go away quickly so that she wouldn't be bothered by it.
The servant didn't dare to stop for a moment and hurried away with the tray.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound at the door, someone was coming in. She heard the servants whispering greetings.
"Second Miss."
"Miss Lino."
"Good morning, Miss Lino."
Mrs. Hill raised her eyelids and saw the green-haired girl walking in as if no one was around. She seemed to be going upstairs to get something. Her face turned very ugly, her eyelids twitched, and she immediately shouted sharply and sarcastically to stop the person who was going upstairs: "Why are you here?"
“…” The green-haired girl paused and turned her head to look at her.
Mrs. Hill suddenly became even more furious. She regarded her look as a provocation and could not suppress her anger and said in a stern voice: "Are you mute? I am asking you, why did you come back?"
"Get something." The girl's tone was light, without much respect, just a routine answer.
This was enough to stimulate Mrs. Hill's sensitive nerves. She stood up suddenly and slammed her hand on the table, causing the cup on the table to vibrate.
"How dare you come back! Are you so happy to steal things from your sister? From fiancé to heir... Look how mad you made your sister? She couldn't sleep well these past few days because of you, and not only do you feel no guilt, you even came back home in a swagger. Why did you come back? Don't you have your aunt's support? You might as well just be her daughter! Anyway, I can't give birth to a daughter as capable as you, and you don't recognize me as your mother!"
She thought that by saying this, the girl in front of her would feel a little ashamed.
But it didn’t.
The other party looked at her hysterically as if he were a heartless and merciless machine.
Stop when her throat becomes dry.
The green-haired girl replied slowly, "My aunt does have this idea. It would be great if you agree."
"You..." Mrs. Hill's fair face suddenly turned as red as a pig's liver. The hand pointing at her trembled constantly. She wished that a lightning bolt would come down from the sky to strike the rebellious girl in front of her to death.
"I'm still alive and well, but you want to recognize someone else as your mother. You're great, really great! In order to curry favor with her, you don't even recognize your own mother, right?"