Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 805: Mission Impossible

Chapter 805: Mission Impossible

In any case, due to a phone call, my life took a 180-degree turn. While I was adjusting to my new identity and struggling in the business world, an anticipated fish quietly appeared.

He seemed like an ordinary fabric merchant, a family business with a good reputation and a long history. He appeared to be one of those old-fashioned merchants who treat business as part of their lineage. In many urban legends, these old-fashioned figures liked to join eccentric clubs or churches.

In fact, it was true. The garland pattern on his lapel pin was extremely familiar.

Up to this point, I had some doubts. Most of the high-ranking executives of Lily of the Valley had seen me when I was unconscious. So if this person was sent by Lily of the Valley, he should recognize me, right? Why would he wear this lapel pin and come to see me openly? Wouldn't that expose everything the moment we met?

I discreetly engaged with this person, and he genuinely seemed to be here to discuss business, hinting that he hoped to expand his business into the werewolf pack, all because of my 'assistance'.

So, we discussed business, and I couldn't pretend to know nothing. That wouldn't be a proper way to conduct business.

Fortunately, the entire company's management was loyal to the queen, and they personally taught me. Surprisingly, it gave me a somewhat imposing presence in front of outsiders.

However, even though the business negotiations went well, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. Where was the espionage? Where was the gathering of information? Were we just here to make money?

But this peaceful interaction didn't last long. Soon, the fish revealed its true intentions.

I didn't particularly enjoy sports like golf. To be honest, from my werewolf perspective, I couldn't understand why it was considered a sport. You stood, swung a club, and watched the ball roll into the hole. How was that a sport?

Sometimes, when I saw middle-aged businessmen with big bellies, I could somewhat understand. Their bellies were larger than any ball, and looking at them made your back ache. I guessed it could be considered a 'ball sport' that tired people out.

In any case, standing on the golf course and looking at the smiling businessmen around me, I thought, 'Ah, the anticipated moment has finally arrived.'

What surprised me, however, was that this person was very candid. He didn't beat around the bush like when we discussed business. As soon as he opened his mouth, he got straight to the point. "I know you, Miss, not in the sense of business, and I also know that you recognized me at first sight. I deliberately wore the lapel pin in the most conspicuous place."

With his statement, I had no chance to feign ignorance. I replied straightforwardly, "Actually, I don't understand you. Aren't you afraid that the werewolf pack will come after you for approaching me so openly, considering the unresolved issues between your master and us?" "My master? Whom do you mean?" The merchant didn't engage with that topic. "I'm just a humble believer and can't converse with the supreme deity. An officer? Not exactly. We just mutually benefit from each other."

His words hinted at something deeper.

"So, you want to tell me that you don't follow your god's orders but rather someone else's, like an officer?"

"As I said, it's not a superior-subordinate relationship. It's just cooperation. I'm a businessman, and all businessmen seek their benefit."

He didn't deny it.

He was indeed a strange individual. He believed in a cult but wasn't devout, and worshiped a deity, but didn't show respect. Did he truly consider the Lily of the Valley a path to riches?

He continued, "Actually, I'm an atheist. You don't need to be surprised. It's the 21st century now, and many young people believe more in cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana than gods. I don't believe there are no gods in this world; I just think that gods are optional. People have long since passed the era where they couldn't survive in nature without gods. Nowadays, even the gods themselves are weakening, so who can they manage?

"Of course, I respect your faith. The Moon Goddess is a kind deity, and I have no intention of disrespecting her.

"As for me, it's embarrassing to say, but when you inherit the family business, you also inherit the family's sins. One of my ancestors believed in this deity, so our family has believed in her generation after generation."

I asked, "And you? This doesn't testify to your helplessness regarding your faith; it only makes me think you're a cult lunatic rotting from the inside out."

He didn't seem upset by my words. "It's natural for you to think that way, and it's also why I'm unwilling to let this faith continue in our family.

"No one likes cultists. I'm a businessman. If people don't like me, who will I do business with? Since we made a commitment to our faith, it hasn't brought anything except continuous investments of manpower, resources, and funds to support a group of lunatics causing trouble."