Chapter 419 One Dollar

• After Parla moved his company to Northern Europe, he seemed to forget something that happened not long ago—the Primordial Palace’s notice.
• Parla didn’t spare the disguised Thousand-Faced Siren a single look. He felt nothing but contempt, too dismissive to even glance her way.
• “Waiter, bring me a few bottles of your best wine.” Parla snapped his fingers at the server, flat-out ignoring the Thousand-Faced Siren as he fixed his gaze on Lilian Steele, radiant as a goddess. “Ms. Steele, your company’s been busy lately, huh?”