"Jora, run!"
After Betty revealed her identity, a panicked voice came through the Den Den Mushi. Trebol didn't think Jora could take on one of the Sexy Representatives, and there was no time to figure out how they'd been discovered.
As long as Jora got away, the Richest Group wouldn't trace them back to the Donquixote Family anytime soon. They only needed to clean up their tracks, and everything would be done without anyone knowing.
Bang!
The windows shattered. Jora wasn't arrogant enough to stay; she leaped through one and made a quick getaway.
"Oh, my!"
"Am I really that scary?"
"How rude!"
Betty remained seated on the sofa, casually sweeping the hair that fell over her chest behind her fragrant shoulders. Her delicate face wore a troubled expression, but a moment later, she smiled.
"Your people have already run off. Now, can you tell me who you are?"
"This queen really doesn't have much time."
Betty was genuinely in a bit of a hurry. She wanted to wrap this up and get a beauty treatment. She'd left Sky Island to enjoy herself; the mission was just a side errand.
She hated trouble!
But the only answer Betty got was the sound of the Den Den Mushi hanging up.
"Hello? Hello?"
"How rude. This queen is furious!"
Looking at the Den Den Mushi as it drooped after the call ended, Betty's languid pupils slowly widened.
Someone had actually dared to ignore her!
At that moment, in the North Blue, Trebol hurried into the main hall. His gaze immediately settled on the figure sitting on the sofa, back to him, drinking red wine and reading the newspaper.
"Doffy!"
Trebol's expression was grave as he sat down on a nearby sofa.
Before him sat a spirited young man with short blond hair,