"Godfather, I have an important matter to discuss with you." Stussy steadied herself and smiled faintly.
"You want to discuss something with me?"
"Are you representing yourself, or someone else?"
"You alone aren't qualified to discuss anything with me." Carlos pretended not to know Stussy's identity, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke arrogantly.
Stussy's expression did not change, but inwardly, she cursed Carlos for being so recklessly arrogant. If not for the orders from above, she would have dealt with him harshly.
"Of course, I represent someone else in speaking with you, Godfather. What use would it be for a weak woman like me to represent herself?"
"Representing whom?"
"I hope the Godfather will come with me. This is not the place to discuss such matters."
Carlos's gaze sharpened at her words, his thoughts racing. It seemed Stussy represented the World Government and had come to discuss something with him.
Recruit him?
If the terms met his expectations, he would not be opposed to it. With an official identity, he would no longer have to worry about being harassed by the Marines when he went to sea.
"Fine. Follow me."
Carlos rose and left, with Stussy quickly following behind. In the end, they arrived at a castle closest to the venue. The entire Lucifer Manor was his territory, and not every castle within it was occupied.
Upon entering the castle's reception room, maids naturally brought out wine. Carlos only wanted to drink wine at the moment, so no other beverages were served. When in Rome, Stussy could only drink wine as well. If she did not drink it, she got nothing. It was just that unreasonable...
With a wave of his hand, Carlos dismissed the attendants. Leaning back on the sofa with one leg crossed over the