Chapter 126 He Is Not a Blind Person
"If I were just Isabella Taylor, maybe I wouldn't have the right to negotiate with you, but what if... I'm not just the Taylor Family's daughter?"
Andrew instinctively frowned. "What?"
The next second, a black square token flew from Isabella's hand onto the table in front of him.
Right in the center of the token was the pattern of a crescent moon.
The crescent had a reddish tint, shrouded in mist, looking mysterious and eerie.
Seeing the word "Command" clearly written on the token, Andrew's brow furrowed.
The Obsidian Circle's command token?
But as far as he knew, not everyone was qualified to possess The Obsidian Circle's command token, unless they were... the captain of The Obsidian Circle's first combat team!
Like a bolt of lightning striking down, Andrew's mind went blank for a moment.
How is that possible?
This girl... is actually a combat team captain of The Obsidian Circle!
The Obsidian Circle wasn't unfamiliar to the four great families. Like their Anderson Family's Anderson Syndicate, it was an underground organization.
But The Obsidian Circle was far beyond what their small Anderson Syndicate could compare to. The Anderson Syndicate only worked for the Anderson Family, while The Obsidian Circle worked for the international organization "United Nations of Concord."
The world's four continents, ranked from smallest to largest, were divided into Novaria, Zephyria, Celestria, and Aquilonia.
Fifty years ago, the four continents together established an international organization called the "United Nations of Concord," aimed at balancing power among the four continents, maintaining international peace, and eliminating international dark forces.
The United Nations of Concord's headquarters was established in the most economically developed continent, Novaria, so The Obsidian Circle was also founded in Novaria and later extended to other continents.
The United Nations of Concord was a truly official organization, but any official organization, while responsible for public security and jurisdiction, inevitably had to deal with underground forces. Therefore, The Obsidian Circle was the sharp blade the United Nations of Concord used to deal with various underground forces, aimed at eliminating evil dark forces and cult organizations that intended to start wars.
"How is that possible? How could you..." Andrew stared hard at Isabella, his face full of disbelief.
How could just a young girl be a combat team captain of The Obsidian Circle?
As far as he knew, even people from the four great families found it difficult to join The Obsidian Circle, because although The Obsidian Circle widely accepted talent from various countries, to join The Obsidian Circle, one needed to first apply through their own country and get approval from their national committee.
As long as you maintained good relationships with politicians on Lumaria's side, this step wasn't difficult.
But the hard part was the final step, which required approval from the United Nations of Concord. The United Nations of Concord's approval requirements were very strict, with extremely high standards for member qualifications. They only accepted young people with exceptional talent in certain areas—assassins, hackers, tech talent, or people fluent in eighteen languages...
Of course, there was also a shortcut: direct recommendation by each country's royal family. For example, on Lumaria's side, Lumaria's royal family could directly send their descendants into The Obsidian Circle.
Obviously, Isabella couldn't be the second type. She couldn't be Lumarian royalty—her father was just Hayden.
Regardless, The Obsidian Circle's command token was right in front of him.
Whether this token represented the international headquarters level, continental branch level, or even just the Lumaria division or Emerald City branch, it wasn't something the Anderson Family could easily offend.
"A misunderstanding. I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding between us."
Andrew moved his fingers, and soon a waiter brought over a plate of strawberry-flavored cake pastries.
Andrew pushed the small cake in front of Isabella, restraining some of his arrogance and sighing. "I care about my sister and got a bit too anxious, had some ideas I shouldn't have had."
"Don't worry, our Anderson Family has always been law-abiding citizens. We would never do anything illegal."
"I've already told the hospital to help us find legal organ donors. I believe my sister will get good news."
Andrew's face changed faster than flipping a book. Isabella narrowed her eyes and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Looks like she won the bet.
Actually, she didn't really know what this token was for. Austin had given it to her along with the phone last time, and she hadn't had time to ask about it afterward. But it seemed this token represented certain authority, enough to make Andrew wary.
Looking at it this way, this Obsidian Circle really wasn't as simple as she thought—definitely at least not just a small civilian organization.
Isabella cleared her throat, forcing herself to look confident rather than guilty. She glanced at the small cake in front of her and said coolly, "Mr. Anderson, thanks for the dessert, but I have things to do, so I'll be going."
Andrew nodded. "Alright."
Isabella got up and walked a few steps, then turned back to look at Andrew, her eyes wrapped in coldness. "If anything happens to my friend, I definitely won't let it go."
Andrew smiled lightly. "Ms. Taylor, rest assured, I will follow the law."
The café door opened and closed.
Watching Isabella's departing figure, Andrew's eyes gradually deepened.
Who would have thought that a small Taylor Family...
Actually had someone from The Obsidian Circle hidden within.
Truly unexpected.
——
Isabella walked out of the café, out of the street, from quiet into noise, with traffic and clamor rushing toward her.
Strange—although that café was built not far from the commercial district, it was very peaceful, with no shops around.
Looks like that café must be an Anderson Family property.
Isabella casually walked back to the mall. Judging from Andrew's attitude just now, he probably wouldn't rashly make a move against Aurora anymore.
"Isabella, you're finally back! If you hadn't come back, we were about to go looking for you."
"What's your relationship with those people? Why did you suddenly start fighting just now?"
Aurora was still confused.
"It's nothing." Isabella pulled out a chair and sat down. "That person had some business conflicts with our family before. It's resolved now."
Aurora nodded and put the grilled meat onto the small bowl in front of her. "Quick, eat it while it's hot. This level of doneness is just right."
"Try this, it's super delicious."
Violet leaned over with a flattering look. "Specially grilled just for you!"
Scarlett wanted to try Violet's grilled meat but got scolded by Violet.
"Didn't you hear? This is meat I specially grilled for the little princess. If you want some, go grill it yourself."
Scarlett pressed her lips together, looking very wronged.
But soon she wasn't wronged anymore.
Because Isabella had barely taken one bite before she was burning up from the spice, gasping for air. "So spicy! Violet... are you messing with me on purpose?... I'm dying from the heat!"
Violet laughed out loud. "Okay, okay, quick, have a sip of your drink."
Isabella picked up her cup, took a sip, and her expression immediately changed.
"Violet!"
"You put mustard and chili powder in the drink?"
"What kind of weird taste is this? You're something else!"
Isabella reached out, wanting to slap this person.
Violet nimbly ran away, hiding behind Scarlett. "Scarlett, protect me quick! Isabella is so scary!"