"My father doesn't want to get involved in this! He must have accepted bribes from the newspaper. I know that group has always... hiccups, always wanted to climb the Rossetti family ladder, without even looking in the mirror to see what kind of person they are..."
"Lyle," the young man cautiously looked at his companion, who was lying drunk on the sofa, "you've had too much to drink."
"I don't!" Lyle waved his hand angrily. "My father doesn't take me seriously at all!"
"Felop, go and replace this glass of wine with a hangover soup."
"I'm not drunk!" Lyle yelled, slapping the back of the sofa. "He thinks I'm an Omega! So he doesn't care what I say!"
"Mr. Adams dotes on you..."
"He treats me like a pet!" Lyle stood up and glared at the person who spoke. "Don't you love a cute and harmless dog?!"
His companion looked at him awkwardly: "So what do you want to do?"
Lyle hung his head in thought for a moment, then rubbed his forehead and smiled cruelly. "I'm going to make him pay. I'm going to make that Alpha who looked down on me... the Alpha who refused to listen to me seriously... you guys have to do this for me."
"Ulises Valen, I heard he's going on a business trip to the Pinster area in the south soon. Arrange, hiccup, arrange for an Omega in heat to be thrown into his bed at the hotel."
His companion was startled and subconsciously gasped: "Estrous period... This is illegal, he will be sentenced."
Ever since the Federation began to prioritize the rights of Omegas, at least on the capital planet, the penalties for seemingly "harmonious" acts of rape, such as having sexual relations against one's will with an Omega during a particular menstrual period, have gradually become increasingly severe. Although the subjective will of the parties involved is difficult to determine, if that Omega later sues Yuri, there's a good chance they'll win.
"This is the result I want."
"Then," the companion asked hesitantly, "what about that Omega?"
Lyle said matter-of-factly, "What does it have to do with me? Regardless of whether he or she was actually slept with, I want proof that Valen initiated the relationship."
The companion shuddered at Lyle's cold gaze, and dared not ask any more questions. He treaded on thin ice to contact those shady channels, trying to get an Omega who was willing to cooperate... or had to cooperate, as the young master of the Rossetti family said.
**
"That's what happened." Wendy took a quick gulp of water to calm herself, then told Igor and Azathoth all the recent news she'd received. Nixon was staring at the kettle beside her, and Wendy felt like he didn't want to drink the water, but rather wanted to hit himself on the head with the metal can.
"That's what Uncle Nixon told me before," she asked with a hint of curiosity. "Is Yuri really attracted to Lyle Rossetti? Although the young master of the Rossetti family is indeed quite good-looking, but..." Wendy frowned, not knowing how to describe her feelings. "How should I put it? They don't seem to be a good match?"
Nixon finally came to his senses and said bluntly, "That's just a little piece of trash born from a big piece of trash."
The little girl wrapped in a blanket lying on the ground tilted her head back and listened to their conversation curiously, not knowing how much she understood.
"Hmm." Igor didn't know about this, but he agreed with Nixon's assessment of the Rossetti family. At this moment, he was wondering if this group of scumbags, big and small, were brewing a new conspiracy. But then again, "Where are the Yuri people?"
"He's going on a business trip," Wendy replied. Her communication skills had improved over the years, and she hardly looked like she was raised by Azathoth. "He's supposedly going to the Pinster District. Because his flight is at midnight, he told Hugo and me this morning that he wouldn't be back tonight."
Igor was almost certain of something. Although he wasn't good at plotting and scheming, after witnessing so much dirty work, he could instinctively smell the foul odor, as if coming from the sewers. Even if it was just a coincidence, it was better to be prepared and vigilant.
Hugo, who had sneaked into the room at some point, said, "That Rossetti, doesn't he know about the existence of Azathoth?"
Otherwise, how could they dare to commit suicide like this?
Sensing a clue from the android's tone, Azathoth asked it, "What did you discover?"
"I've been hearing you guys mentioning this name in the living room, so I went to check it out." Hugo blinked. "Just now, there was an unknown amount of money in Lyle Rossetti's account. What do you think he bought?"
Azathoth cooperated and asked, "What?"
"A human," the android said gloatingly, "an Omega human in heat."
“…”
Igor didn't know what to say for a moment, and he found that he and the human traffickers were indeed connected.
Although criminals would probably hate this kind of fate, who cares?
"What are you going to do?" Nixon's gaze followed Igor's and fell on Azathoth, seeming a little hesitant. "While I understand your anger at being offended, the Federation still doesn't recommend directly killing the culprit, even though it is the most direct form of retaliation."
Azathoth didn't know why Igor's old friend always imagined him as a vicious person who was always shouting for war and killing.
At this moment, his thoughts strangely overlapped with Langman Griffin's.
We are all civilized people (?)!
However, Langman and he had different ideas about how to handle emergencies. The former planned to secretly gather evidence to undermine the situation, then take the "unlucky guy who was about to carry out his plot but fell into a trap" to claim credit with the evil god. The latter, relying on his own skills and courage, didn't consider the matter a problem at all.
"Don't worry about him, Yuri. He can handle it himself." Azathoth, who had immense faith in his followers, or at least in Hugo's ability to train them, waved his hand casually and said casually, "As for the Rossetti child, let him go play with Shab for a few days."
“?!”
No, are they going to use child laborers who are just two days old?
Nixon stared at the child on the ground in amazement, and found that in just a short while, tiny goat horns had grown from her hair, and fine black hair appeared on her face. It seemed that she would turn back into an animal in no time.
Azathoth noticed their gazes and glanced down: "Don't you like the human appearance?"
He reached out and rubbed the girl's head: "Do you want to meet some new friends?"
The girl looked at Him and nodded expressionlessly.
Then he pursed his lips and laughed silently.
**
It's not known whether the newborn black goat kid was looking forward to meeting 'new friends', but what is certain is that things did not develop as Lyle Rossetti expected, which made him very unhappy.
First, Metrobank informed him that his account had been frozen for unknown reasons.
Although he wasn't respected by his father, the young master, who at least had the power to control his own property, was furious and anxious because his extravagant lifestyle had suddenly been cut off. However, no matter how he complained to the bank, he only received a polite but cold apology: the cause of the accident was still under investigation.
A bunch of good-for-nothings! Incompetent waste!
Despite privately hurling insults at every level of the bank's management, Lyle couldn't truly do anything about them. The capital's major banks were more than superficially glamorous; they were backed by powerful families Rossetti couldn't afford to offend. A beautiful, rosy, and splendid future could only exist in his daydreams. Lyle's rage, unable to find a remedy, ultimately turned to pointless revenge and venting his anger.
He began to pay serious attention to Yuri, who was on a business trip in the distant Pinster District, and the poor Omega who was already on the way.
For this purpose, the young master even begged his brothers and sisters to use some advanced methods to monitor each other's every move from a distance.
However, as a living person, Yuri did not follow the established route...
For example, he should have checked into a local hotel as soon as he got off the plane, so Lyle could tell his lackeys to make the next plan. But Yuri didn't go straight to his destination. Instead, he carried his luggage—to meet another Omega?
"I think I know this woman." Lyle's lackey also saw the screen. "She was on the news a few days ago. She's said to be a mathematician. But why does Valen know her?"
"Nonsense," Lyell scoffed. "She's so young, how can she be called a mathematician?"
No one present would refute him on such a trivial matter. The lackey wanted to remind him that Erica Bacon seemed to have some remarkable background, but when he saw Lyle's contemptuous expression and thought of Rossetti's noble status, he said nothing more.
Lyle commented on the young girl with brown hair and green eyes who suddenly showed up at the milk tea shop to meet Yuri (he didn't say anything insulting, after all, he didn't know her and wasn't interested in Omegas). After waiting impatiently for a while, he finally saw the two people say goodbye and go home, and he immediately cheered up.
"Is it arranged?"
"Don't worry! We're on the way!"
"Wait a minute." Lyle thought for a moment and added, "Let my brother's men assign one or two to keep an eye on that girl and see if they can find out what her relationship is to Valen."
Just as he was eager to turn his attention back to the drone surveillance, he suddenly heard a knock on the door behind him.
Boom, boom, boom.
Three rhythmic crisp sounds.
"Go see who it is."
The lackey took the order and went to check on the camera at the door. He then came back with a surprised expression on his face: "Lyle, you should go and see for yourself."
"What? A courier or an insurance salesman?"
"No, there's no one." The young man shook his head and scratched his hair in confusion, almost suspecting he was hallucinating. "It was a black goat knocking on the door."
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