In the hall of the Goth Family estate, Mrs. Goth let out a sigh of relief. Stroking her chest, she said, "Thank goodness Sheriff Gordon is reliable enough. The security consultant he brought spotted that thief in time and didn't let her wander around my house."
"I told you that you were making a mountain out of a molehill." Leon sat down on the sofa, lit himself a cigar, and said, "She was just some petty thief. How could she possibly shake the Goth Family? You're always jumping at shadows. How are we supposed to accomplish the Great Monarch's cause like this?"
At the mention of that, Mrs. Goth sighed. She sat on the other side of the sofa and said uneasily, "I know, of course I know. His Majesty has great ambitions, but that shipyard order... I mean, if it gets discovered, we're all finished..."
"What are you afraid of?" Leon casually picked up the newspaper beside him and fanned himself with it. "Who would dare search your shipyard? Even the godfather wouldn't do that without a proper reason..."
Mrs. Goth relaxed slightly and said, "That's true. After all, gangsters have rules too. If they just barged into my factory to search it, they'd lose their prestige..."
Leon curled his lip. Deep down, he despised Mrs. Goth's stingy attitude. He said, "You should devote everything to the Great Monarch, not just covet that little bit of profit. Once he rules the world, only those who have given enough will receive enough rewards!"
Mrs. Goth looked somewhat hesitant. When Leon had first approached her, he had only said that he wanted to borrow her family's shipyard to make some prohibited items—parts for heavy weapons—and that he would pay her a large sum of money and many valuable collectibles.
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