Chapter 127 The King of Hell Couldn't Take Her Life
"Xanthe, you lost to Grandpa again."
Maddox Anderson stroked his chin, beaming with satisfaction.
The Anderson Manor was located in a secluded area and was the largest private mansion in Emerald City, with a building area of more than 107,000 square feet, containing various courtyards, gardens, and recreation rooms.
This mansion had a hundred-year history. The decor still kept its original style, having gone through several major renovations over the years, but the overall layout had always been preserved.
The history of this house was also the history of the Anderson Family.
The Anderson Family had started from organized crime, only gradually going legitimate over the past twenty years, but many illegal businesses still operated underground. Maddox had two sons but hadn't given up power yet—he was still the head of the Anderson Family.
Maddox was no longer young, in his fifties approaching sixty, with graying hair at his temples and wrinkles piling up on his face, but his energy and spirit were still good. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes remained sharp and clear.
"Grandpa, I lost again."
Xanthe pressed her lips together. "Grandpa, I can't beat you at all. You're too good."
"Grandpa has been playing chess for so many years—how could a little girl like you beat me..."
"Mr. Anderson, Ms. Anderson needs to take her medicine." A maid walked over carrying a medicine bowl.
Maddox personally took the medicine and carefully blew on the bitter liquid to cool it down before bringing the spoon to Xanthe's mouth. "Come on, my dear granddaughter, time for your medicine."
Xanthe took a sip and stuck out her tongue at the bitterness. "Grandpa, it's so bitter."
Maddox smiled. "Xanthe, bitter medicine is good for you. Be good and drink it all."
"Grandpa, when will my illness get better? Didn't you say my brother already went to find that girl? Once we kill her, my illness will get better, right?"
The seventeen-year-old girl spoke of "killing" without a trace of emotion in her eyes, her face still wearing that innocent smile.
"Soon." Maddox laughed heartily. "Your brother should be back any time now."
"Xanthe, let's not rush. What's meant to be yours will be yours."
"Grandpa."
Just then, the courtyard door was pushed open.
Andrew walked in with several men in black.
Maddox glanced at him, first making sure Xanthe finished the rest of her medicine before asking, "Well? That girl—is she willing to donate both her kidneys to my granddaughter?"
Andrew neither confirmed nor denied, instead asking, "Grandpa, why don't we wait a bit longer for news from the hospital? Maybe there'll be a suitable donor soon."
"Wait?" Maddox's expression suddenly turned cold. "There's already a suitable one right now—why wait?"
"Grandpa, that girl—we probably can't touch her."
Maddox casually took a sip of water. "Can't touch her?"
"Yes." Andrew nodded. "Grandpa, that girl has someone from The Obsidian Circle protecting her."
Maddox's drinking motion paused slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Someone from The Obsidian Circle?"
"Grandpa, The Obsidian Circle's influence has now spread throughout all of Lumaria. Who would've thought that even a small Taylor Family here in Emerald City would be connected to The Obsidian Circle, and the person protecting her is actually a combat team captain."
Maddox clenched his fist, his expression clearly darkening. "What a move by The Obsidian Circle!"
What he hated most in his life were those people from The Obsidian Circle.
Because many of the Anderson Family's businesses weren't exactly clean, they'd inevitably been investigated by The Obsidian Circle and suffered considerable losses.
But that wasn't even the main issue. The main issue was that the Brown Family had been able to dominate Emerald City all these years precisely because they secretly had The Obsidian Circle's support.
That William, relying on The Obsidian Circle's backing, completely looked down on the other major families!
Maddox snorted coldly. "What? Are you scared of The Obsidian Circle?"
"Grandpa, that's not what I mean. It's just that The Obsidian Circle is part of the United Nations of Concord—it's an international organization after all. If we offend them..."
"So what if it's the United Nations of Concord? Is The Anderson Syndicate easy to push around?"
"Who is this person you're talking about?"
"The Taylor Family's daughter."
"What? It's actually a girl?" Maddox was somewhat incredulous.
Andrew nodded.
Maddox had seen his share of the world and quickly regained his composure, casually waving his hand. "She's blocking me from saving my granddaughter, so bring her to me. I'll educate her myself!"
Andrew's expression changed at these words. "Grandpa, I don't think that's a good idea."
Maddox sat in his chair looking completely calm, though his voice grew heavier. "Andrew, it's not your place to make decisions for the Anderson Family. Are you going to disobey my orders?"
Andrew immediately knelt before Maddox. "Grandpa! I'm advising you for the good of the Anderson Family. We'd better not offend The Obsidian Circle."
"Brother." Xanthe couldn't sit still anymore. She walked to Andrew's side. "Are you even my brother?"
"Of course I am."
"Then why are you stopping Grandpa from saving me?" Xanthe pressed her lips together. Even with lipstick on, it couldn't hide her physical weakness. "Grandpa said that as long as we transplant that girl's kidneys into me, I won't have to suffer from this illness anymore. Brother, don't you want to see a healthy Xanthe?"
"Xanthe, some things aren't as simple as you think. Trust me, I'll never give up on saving you. It's just that with Isabella there, we absolutely cannot touch the girl who matches your type."
That Isabella was no simple person.
Everyone in The Obsidian Circle's combat division walked on the edge of a knife—let alone someone at the captain level. Supposedly, The Obsidian Circle's criteria for captain required the person to have earned a first-class merit.
First-class merit.
That meant... death.
Isabella had survived impossible situations—even death itself couldn't claim her. How could the Anderson Family compete with death for a life?
"Brother, are you serious? She's just the Taylor Family's daughter. Who knows how she got into The Obsidian Circle—maybe she just used connections. And she's only a small captain, not the leader of The Obsidian Circle. You're being too timid."
"Xanthe." Andrew looked helpless. "You're still young. There are things you don't understand."
"I think you're just making a big deal out of nothing! Xanthe is right. No matter how powerful The Obsidian Circle is, she's just a small captain, and a girl at that. What kind of trouble could a girl cause? I'm ordering you right now to go bring her back to me. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt her. Once Xanthe completes the kidney transplant, I'll let her go. This way she won't interfere and mess up Xanthe's surgery."
Just as Maddox finished speaking, a wild and reckless voice suddenly came from the doorway:
"Grandpa, can't you see? This brother of mine—he's just useless!"
"He's this scared of The Obsidian Circle."