Seeing the earnest look on Clark’s face, she moved towards the window and peeked out. There was no sign of anyone pursuing Carol, only her loyal crew waiting at the base of the plane’s stairs, ready to welco her!
Ever since she’d found her roots, she rarely ca back, and the guys were ecstatic to see her. They all looked expectantly towards the plane, like kids waiting for candies from their teacher.
Rosemary curled her lips in amusent. "Quite the welco party."
Seeing his sister moving to open the plane’s door, Clark quickly intervened.
"Knowing the potential danger, you still want to proceed?"
"I’m talking about the welcoming committee."
Rosemary hit the switch, and the plane door slowly opened. Before Clark’s concerned caution could leave his lips, a group of about fifty people standing by the stairs shouted in perfect unison:
"Boss, welco ho!"
Their boss hadn’t been ho in quite a while. Seeing her standing at the top of the plane’s stairs, everyone couldn’t help but get excited!
Their boss had beco even cooler.
But who was the guy behind her? Who was he?
Even Clark was taken aback by the unified greeting. He turned to his sister in disbelief.
"This is?"
"Mafia Fla," Rosemary was the first to descend the plane stairs. "Clark, we are ho."
Ho?
Mafia Fla was her ho?
She was the boss of Mafia Fla?
It took Clark a full three seconds to process this.
He followed his sister’s steps.
"As far as I know, Mafia Fla was founded three years ago. How old were you then? Why did you co to the triangular zone and beco the boss here?"
His mind was filled with questions.
"It’s a long story."
Rosemary briefly explained that three years ago, her grandmother Grace had fallen seriously ill and urgently needed a certain herbal cure. This herb only grew on the dicine mountain in the triangular zone. At that ti, several factions were fighting over the mountain. Rosemary had shown up right in the middle of this intense conflict.
Because Grace’s illness required long-term treatnt with the herb, and the herb could only grow in the soil of the dicine mountain, Rosemary, by a stroke of luck, not only managed to establish Mafia Fla and seize the hill, but also expand her power.
Although she had co close to dying in the triangular zone several tis.
"But later on, Granny Grace no longer needed the herb."
Whenever she thought of Granny Grace, Rosemary’s heart would ache as if being torn apart. The day Granny Grace closed her eyes forever on the operating table, Rosemary, as Dr. Bell, felt helplessly futile.
This regret was sothing no one could understand.
"Boss!"
Seeing their boss descend the plane stairs, everyone cheerfully called out and then turned their eyes toward Clark, unsure how to greet him.
"This is my brother, Clark," Rosemary introduced him, and then added, "Blood-related."
Everyone was stunned. The boss always managed to surprise them.
Just like the last ti, she had inexplicably ford an alliance with the boss of Mafia C, then cleaned out Mafia Wolf, shocking the entire triangular zone.
Mafia Fla and Mafia C had never had any contact before.
Many couldn’t understand why they suddenly allied. What was the reason?
Even those within their own circles were unclear about the boss’s moves.
Later, both factions issued stern warnings, stating that if anyone dared to harm one of them, the other would definitely not let them off.
So, they had been living peacefully in the area for so ti. But recently, new factions had risen, along with old gangs, all wanting to et with their leader.
Snapping back to reality, everyone, in unison, greeted:
"Cheers to Clark!"
Clark rely nodded, greeting them back. Yet inside, he was utterly stunned.
How much hardship had the girl gone through to be sitting in that chair as the boss everyone referred to?
No wonder she always ca off as aloof, forever wearing that indifferent expression, seemingly uninterested in anything.
Having grown up in the Harris household with foster parents who didn’t care for her and even used her as a scapegoat, she never knew the warmth of a family.
Other than Granny Grace, it seed no one truly cared for her or nurtured her. She had to fight for everything herself, which was why she beca so independent and self-reliant.
Her cold deanor, her coolness, her exceptionalness—
All were bought with her blood and tears.
Like Serena, who had never been knocked down by life, always pampered by the family, had everything she wanted, did everything she wanted, unaware of how many sweet deals she enjoyed, how much fortune she had.
But his own younger sister, due to a mix-up, had to scratch and claw her way here, truly experiencing endless darkness and hardship to achieve what she had now.
Thinking of this, he felt admiration, and his eyes unknowingly welled up with warmth.
He silently vowed to himself that he would doubly make up for everything his sister hadn’t experienced, hadn’t received.
He would give her double.
"Boss, so new gangs have been asking for you lately," one of his underlings reported, trailing behind Rosemary.
"And people from Hell Base, they want you to visit their turf alone within three days to discuss sothing. If not, they threatened to make trouble for us."
Rosemary responded coldly, "What gives them the nerve to ask for this?"
Just the ntion of Hell Base was enough to ignite her rage.
Hell Base was a terrifying overseas organization that had later established a foothold here, often clashing with Mafia Fla.
It was one thing for small disputes, but a year ago, they had tried to kill Myrna Gellar. Rosemary had unintentionally witnessed it and jumped in to help, considering their common enemy.
Myrna had been seriously injured and fled while Rosemary intervened. Not only was she on a covert mission and worried about blowing her cover, but she was also afraid of falling into enemy hands again—and she needed to detoxify the lethal poison in her body.
Though they ford a bond as sisters-in-law, it only made Hell Base despise them more.
"Lately, those foreigners seem to have a stronger backing, and their arrogance is off the charts. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were sothing special," the underling sneered.
"Didn’t you give them a lesson?" Rosemary retorted.
"We did. When they swaggered into our territory with threats, we blew up their car. But they didn’t retaliate—
Not sure what they’re plotting."
"Don’t bother with them," Rosemary said flatly. "If they’re in a hurry to et their maker, we’ll be happy to oblige."
Saying this, she had descended from the drug hill and returned to her castle.
The grandeur of the entire castle once again took Clark by surprise, and he hadn’t expected his sister to have so many secret bases.
Their family probably thought she was just a bookworm.
If they knew about her many identities, they might be shocked.
"Clark, give the chip."
Rosemary planned to take it in and examine it.
"Sure."
Clark handed over the chip, then joined her in her private base with a laptop, ready to crack the clues Carol had left behind.
Their underlings were stunned, not knowing what the boss and Clark were busy with—from day till night, still busy after half a day without any plans to open the door.
Two underlings waited outside the door, left waiting, right waiting, eventually pushing each other.
"The boss didn’t eat lunch, and now it’s evening. You go tell her to eat sothing and continue later."
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