"Talk?" Tang Xili found it funny. "What is there to talk about between us?"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Elvis on the other end said anxiously, "Evelyn, do you have to kill them all? Even rabbits bite when they are cornered. Even if I can't find your sister, what about your boyfriend? Don't you care?"
"Threatened me?" Tang Xili's eyes turned cold.
Ives rejected it, "No, this is not a threat. It's the last way out between you and me as siblings."
Tang Xili sneered, "Do you look down on me, or do you look down on him? Do you think we have no ability to protect ourselves?"
"I don't think so." Elvis laughed at himself.
"I know your boyfriend has a powerful background. If I touch him, I'll be half dead, if not dead. But Evelyn, when people are at the end of their rope and desperate, they will do anything, regardless of the consequences."
"There's always a loophole. Can you guarantee that you'll be cautious and careful every moment of your life? Will you never let your guard down for even a moment? If you push me into a desperate situation, you won't be able to escape unscathed either."
"There's an old Chinese saying, 'Retaliation will never end.' I'm here today to resolve the grudge between us. Evelyn, let's call a truce and each take a step back, okay?"
"Don't you want the Morgan Consortium? I've brought the shares. Let's meet."
Every word is humble and every sentence is a plea, which can be said to be flexible.
Tang Xili curled her lips and said, "You said a lot of nonsense, but only the last sentence is worth listening to."
She tilted her head and said to the armed soldier, "Bring him over here. No one is allowed to follow him. Let him go through security."
The armed soldier nodded, "Yes, Patriarch."
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Ten minutes later, Elvis, who had surrendered his gun, was taken into the small living room on the second floor of the Moon Palace.
Expensive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire room with bright lights, making it seem like daytime.
This was the first time Elvis saw the real person. The curtains were fluttering, and the girl was leaning casually against the window, wearing a black horse-faced skirt.
She has fair skin, beautiful features, black hair and red lips. At first glance, she looks like an exquisite human figure, graceful and elegant, with a clear and bright spirit.
Those ink-black deer eyes were deep and cold, with no end in sight.
The intricate and gorgeous patterns on the skirt reflect pearl-like brilliance under the light, shining brightly.
This was also the first time that Tang Xili saw Elvis, and she glanced at him casually.
The man was very tall, about 195cm, about 27 or 28 years old, with fluffy short hair that was half blond and half brown, blue eyes, and a pure European and American appearance.
He wore a high-quality grey three-piece suit, a silver ring on his right index finger, and a vintage black feather gem brooch on his chest, looking like a noble duke walking out of an oil painting.
The two people looked at each other, each with their own unique features, but from a certain angle and at a certain moment, they were inexplicably similar.
In just a second, Tang Xili withdrew her gaze and pointed casually at the sofa, "Sit down."
Elvis sat on the sofa carrying a black leather office bag.
Tang Xili asked the servants to serve tea, and after the servants left, she sat opposite Elvis.
Sensing Elvis's probing and speculative gaze, Tang Xili slightly curved her lips, raised her eyes, and looked directly into his eyes.
"Why? Want to see the essence through the phenomenon?"
Elvis laughed, his eyes burning, "Evelyn, you are more interesting than I thought."
It turns out that this harmless girl turned Wall Street upside down three years ago, and three years later, she forced him into a desperate alley.
In fact, four months ago, when he found out that she was his sister, he was shocked and couldn't believe that he had a pair of twin sisters living abroad.
It was even more difficult to believe that his sister, at such a young age, could break through the siege of these century-old chaebols and become the head of the consortium with her excellent business acumen.
People say that Jews are born with a talent for business, but in his opinion, a brain that combines Chinese and Western elements is more useful.
Tang Xili asked him to go to the island, not to listen to his nonsense, "Let's get straight to the point, and stop trying to get close to him."
Elvis sighed. This sister is not cute at all.
He took out a share transfer agreement from his bag, put it on the table and pushed it towards Tang Xili.
"This is 10% of the shares of the entire Morgan Group. Take a look."
Tang Xili crossed her legs and leaned back on the sofa casually, saying in a cold tone, "It seems you don't have much sincerity. Goodbye, Claire, see him off."
Claire, in a black short-sleeved shirt and shorts, carrying a gun, walked in like a street urchin and blew a gangster whistle.
"Hey, good-looking guy, let's go. Sister will take you away." As she said that, she lifted her wavy blonde hair and cast a coquettish glance at Elvis. "You have a nice figure. Stay with sister for a night before leaving?"
Elvis: “…”
Tang Xili was not surprised and just got up and left.
Elvis stood up eagerly, walked around the agate coffee table, and stood in front of her, "Wait a minute..."
His tone was urgent, somewhat helpless, and full of gritted teeth.
That look was full of resentment, as if saying: Greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant.
Tang Xili raised her head slightly and looked into his eyes. "What's that look? You wasted my time and you're still complaining?"
Elvis held his forehead with his hand. This cunning fox was really hard to fool.
"Please sit down." He sighed helplessly, gesturing towards the sofa. "Isn't it okay if I give you half of my personal assets for free?"
Tang Xili sat down again. "It seems that Mr. Morgan has prepared many copies. Let's skip the bargaining process and just take out the last copy for me to see."
Elvis took out the second-to-last share transfer agreement.
Tang Xili picked it up and took a look. Although the 20% stake had shrunk during this period, it was still worth 7 trillion US dollars.
"Pah..." Tang Xili threw the agreement into the trash can, her eyes sharp and impatient, "I said, take the last one."
Elvis was almost questioning his life, and said sternly, "Evelyn, 20% is already the limit!"
"Really?" Tang Xili laughed. "Then let's continue the fight. After all, the Morgan Group is now easy for me to take. It's only a matter of time."
The veins on Elvis's forehead twitched, and his blue eyes were almost red with anger. "I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you in my life."
His good 'father' died and left him with such a big disaster. He was really unlucky!
Like cutting flesh, Elvis reluctantly took out the last agreement from his bag. "Fifty percent, is that enough this time?"
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