My American magical life
Chapter 747 - 747 21 The Hunt for God Begins Here

747: Chapter 21 The Hunt for God Begins Here 747: Chapter 21 The Hunt for God Begins Here Mi’er was reproaching herself, while Cheng Daqi was driving.

She was clearly standing on a summit that countless people could never reach in their lifetimes, she had clearly received a twenty-billion-dollar gift from her elder brother, she had clearly won already.

But the main part of that twenty-billion-dollar asset package was a logistics company, one of the most important knives of the Caramakris Family in America, CEO Cheng’s judgment could very well be true—Achilles’ gift was filled with malice.

The criteria for success and failure are blurred, and for Mi’er, today’s compromise was a complete defeat.

“In fairy tales, when a princess is imprisoned or taken away, a brave warrior will trek mountains and rivers to save her, wielding a sword, riding a horse, his face covered in thick dust, but his eyes exceptionally bright and spirited.

You see, a twisted road doesn’t symbolize the end, everything is still up in the air now.”

The man’s comfort was amusing, but that was the last thing Mi’er needed at the moment.

The issues with object relations she had encountered before were ignited by Achilles, and she once again loathed herself, trying to seek redemption through some form of self-flagellation.

“No, I’m not the princess, Chan, nor are you a prince, you’re a clever con artist, look at your business, MCN, first deceiving influencers and then the audience, LCE, BEC was designed from the start for commercial fraud.”

“So, the evil prince and the wicked witch teamed up, gosh, what are we aiming for, if it’s to take out the people standing in our way, then we almost seem like angels.”

“Fak, why am I the witch if you’re the prince, can’t it be the wicked princess?”

“You see, Mi’er, you just said yourself, ‘I’m not a princess’; how much I respect your soul.”

“Don’t talk about the soul, usually only the devil likes to bring that up.”

“The devil, ha, I used to be the devil, Mi’er, and yet you once hoped that I could squeeze through the narrow gate.”

Temir stopped talking, being an emotionally rich girl, she was adept at controlling her emotions.

This moment, she wanted to calm down.

Don’t argue with him, this damn man is spouting nonsense just to distract me.

“Chan, what should we do next?”

“We are already devils, let’s see who wants to play our God.”

Cheng Daqi’s lips curled up in a defiant smile.

God?

Ha, a devil’s role is to be anti-God.

Just a temporary compromise, after all, the previous choice to step back allowed him to advance by many steps.

“You mention God, and I think of Achilles, who always pretends to look down on everyone with arrogance, but I don’t want to curse him right now.”

Temir, with slightly recovered emotions, put down the mirror and touched up her makeup.

Cheng Daqi was right, after everything that had happened, they were the least likely to need to fret.

In terms of bleak futures, they couldn’t outdo Chief Glu.

In terms of gambling wins or losses, their bad luck couldn’t compare to Niu Sen’s.

As for being inescapable, they were not as doomed as Eris.

So many people had been toyed with by the two of them to the point of madness; compared with those unlucky ones, they were already fortunate enough.

“Why don’t you feel like cursing?”

“It just makes me look petty, you know, gossiping behind people’s backs and not daring to say it to their faces, it’s too cheap.”

Cheng Daqi’s brow moved slightly, as he offered consolation.

“Just curse, you’re not a princess, but your own king, Mi’er, let go of the pressure in your heart and live freely.”

The raven-haired wealthy woman sensed something was off, eyeing Cheng Daqi with suspicion.

“Are you changing your attitude again?”

CEO Cheng nodded.

“Pretty much, the path of no return can only be won to the end, otherwise I really would become a major con artist—what you reminded me from the very beginning.”

This was a response to Mi’er’s earlier comment that CEO Cheng’s business was a scam, but the implications were far more profound.

In fact, aside from Mi’er’s reminders to Cheng Daqi, Zhao had also warned him.

But Mi’er did it because she didn’t want to see CEO Cheng take risks, while Zhao didn’t wish to see Cheng Daqi tortured by his own heart’s rut.

To Cheng Daqi, both girls were good girls.

“This is what my grandfather told me, Chan, I have no family left.”

Mi’er was homesick, but the home she missed ceased to exist after her grandfather passed away.

Antony?

To Mi’er, he was more like a ruler than a father.

There were too many zeros in the Caramakris Family, and Mi’er seldom felt love from her father.

“What, trying to play the sympathy card and make me feel sorry for you?”

CEO Cheng had a really harsh way with words, such professional and slick vigilance.

To him, Mi’er was a good girl, but the brunette rich woman was truly bewitching.

“Fak, I was expecting you to comfort me, but this is how you console me, you asshole!”

Though cursed, CEO Cheng was not upset; he laughed and said.

“Hahaha, so go find a good man, Mi’er, go start a new family.”

The raven-haired wealthy woman retorted bitterly.

“I’ll stay by your side, watching how you’re going to be riddled with bullets, mauled by dogs, drowned, commit suicide, be poisoned, be murdered by a woman, and then I’ll be there to collect your corpse.

Last, on your tombstone, I’ll engrave—’Here lies a great GAY, who warmed a multitude of cold sausages,’ only then will I be happy!”

Hearing the first part, CEO Cheng thought Mi’er was somewhat vicious, but after she finished, he almost wished he could be reduced to ashes by his enemies.

Under no circumstances can he let Mi’er bury him, that would be absurd.

“You’re kind of crossing the line there.”

CEO Cheng decided to end the conversation, there would be more to discuss after meeting Old Crusoe, let Old Crusoe endure the output of this crazy woman.