Chapter 321: Viper's Holiday (2)
Given Elijah's work and rest schedule, even if Maggie and Della postponed the visit to noon, it would still be a torture. Her work started at dusk and ended at dawn, and she had no chance to take a day shift occasionally. Three or four in the afternoon was a barely acceptable time to visit her.
However, Leah still put her 100% effort into entertaining the Riddle siblings who had extended an olive branch to her. Besides, she liked her friend Della very much. After enduring a brief period of fatigue that felt like her temples were exploding, she drove the two of them to the shooting club to play with guns.
Because it was a club they frequented often, Della adapted well to it and after firing a few shots near the target, she gradually got into the groove. However, Maggie felt bored as she felt that hunting with a shotgun was the best use of the bullets.
Leah, who rarely interacted with the brother and sister, experienced the feeling of being a socialite. She went over to correct Della's wrong habit of shooting, and then ran over to chat with Maggie about some bloody stories related to guns. She became more and more sober in the process, and gradually reached the same energetic state as at night.
Leah felt that the busyness awakened her body, but in fact the afternoon passed faster than she had expected. When she felt energetic, it was actually getting dark and it was almost time for her biological clock to work.
Everything was just right. Leah, who was in a strong physical and mental state, went to attend the meeting organized by Riddle and became a bystander in this meeting of exploiters and the exploited.
Leah's brain worked quite well, but she suffered from her lack of knowledge (it could be said that she had almost no such knowledge). It was difficult for her to fully understand the tricky questions Della was asking the group of tired and frightened wizards, but she was still sensitive to certain words.
Your earnings are truly eye-opening, sir.
What a novel accounting logic. Do you have any economic laws that I don’t know about?
That’s not right… Didn’t you ask a reliable person to compile your new report?
These questioning words are a prelude to pointing out the problem, and handing over the benefits is a punishment for those who cannot give a reasonable answer.
Leah, who was not very familiar with the prices and industrial conditions in the magical world, had no idea how much wealth had circulated in this bloodless meeting, but after the meeting Maggie casually threw a key to her.
"A small shop in Diagon Alley," Maggie smiled, "It would be nice to open a bar."
"It's just for your own good intention," Della added, rubbing her shoulders after having just won a victory with her mouth.
This is the sentence that Leah understands the most, or it can be said that this sentence is closely related to the industry she is in now.
Simply put, when you have a legitimate shop, that's where the illegal money comes from.
Now her bar and the casino in Barrios both have this kind of business. It's inevitable because of the gangs.
"Thank you," Leah did not refuse. She nodded and smiled cheerfully, "I will definitely do my best once I get the job."
Della looked at the key with the contract that Leah was playing with in her hand, and thought about how to make the reward to Trevor more natural the day after tomorrow.
You know, giving money improperly can also lead to enemies, and not everyone can seize every opportunity to climb up like Leah without any scruples.
She thought about it for a while before realizing that Trevor was Maggie's subordinate and this was not something she needed to worry about, so after Leah seamlessly left for her job in the Muggle world, she threw the materials she had sorted out after the meeting in front of Maggie.
"A large fortune," Maggie flipped through the materials casually. After listening to the entire meeting, he had already made up his mind. "Trev is really lucky to have such a generous master like us."
"It's good enough if they want money and power," Della said uninterestedly. "If all my subordinates work with distorted enthusiasm like little Barty, then I'll always have to worry about whether someone who can control his distortion will suddenly appear."
"Well, anyone who can work for me is a good subordinate." Maggie said in an extremely capitalist tone. His eyes met Della's, and they both laughed.
Even though today passed like this, Maggie still made a phone call in the midst of her busy schedule and discussed with Hina in a nice voice about taking Beretta to the amusement park tomorrow.
What he thought was a nice and gentle tone, to Hina, was a notification that she could not refuse.
Leah was there on the day they visited the amusement park again. Originally, Maxine, who worked as a clerical worker under her, was also invited, but unfortunately Maxine was on a business trip during Christmas, so she came alone after almost working through two days. However, Della, her favorite friend, and Maggie, her boss who was most closely linked to her future, were enough to make her risk sudden death and come to the amusement park to play with them.
Beretta, who was pleasing and always showed her affection for others, let Della kiss her little face several times. Leah's slightly vulgar and humorous words also made Della laugh from time to time. Maggie tactfully stepped back a little and only interrupted to liven up the atmosphere when it was appropriate.
Maggie's thoughtfulness in wanting Della to be more immersed in the carefree atmosphere made him a slightly marginal background board in this joyous event, and also gave him more opportunities to spend more time with another background board who was intentionally silent.
"Maggie," Xina still called her by this name, but her gratitude to Maggie for giving her a new life and her sympathy for her loss of an important person were only short-lived. Her emotions were too abundant and her thoughts were too divergent. She would always look for evidence of her being put on the guillotine from unnecessary details. Tortured by the sword of Damocles for too long, she pinched the corner of Maggie's clothes, "Tonight," she whispered, "Can you come to my place for a while?"
Xina now only wants a clear answer as a relief. She feels that even a completely bleak ending can make her feel at ease.
Maggie looked down at Xina, who had drooped eyebrows and looked like she was ready to die. He accepted the invitation, but wondered in his heart whether he should really cast a killing curse on her.
Anyway, dolls are not a living concept.
This invitation divided the group into two groups when they left in the evening. Maggie sent Hina and Beretta back, while Della sat in Leah's car and looked meaningfully at the snake that seemed to be liberating its nature as it left.
"Xina, is there anything special?" On the way to drive Della back to the apartment, Leah couldn't help but ask Della when she thought about the night when Maggie was very unnatural.
"Why do you ask that? Is Xina not pretty enough?" Della, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked up and down, but did not directly answer Leah's question, "Or do you think my brother is a saint who is not interested in women?"
"Xina is beautiful, and according to Barrios, she has a fragility that drives people crazy. But your brother," Leah turned the steering wheel, her eyebrows knitted, thinking about how to express her meaning, "hiss, he's polite-gloomy-moody-" She said a few words in a row, but felt that they were not enough, so she simply skipped the unnecessary descriptive words, "Anyway, he doesn't look like a man who would go crazy over fragile beauty."
"It's just that Xina turned this beauty into fragility," Della said vaguely, choosing her words carefully. "Fragility is not pleasing, but beauty is always appreciated."
"Why are you so calm, Della?" Leah, who was paying attention to the road conditions, took a moment to glance at Della. "Aren't you afraid that your brother will change the way the family gets along because of his new relationship?"
Della's mind went through a circle, and in an instant she recalled all the details of her interactions with Maggie. But when she was about to speak, she felt her mind go blank, as if she hadn't thought at all. However, this did not affect her answering slowly. "Even if it is love that lasts forever, doesn't it appear after family affection? The withering of love only brings regrets, but the damage to family affection will be a permanent pain. I believe Maggie thinks so too."
"..." Leah was shocked by these words. She adjusted her sitting position uncomfortably to offset the phantom pain evoked by Riddle in the car. She was silent for a few seconds, her expression blank for a few seconds, and the dilation of her pupils did not ease until she began to speak. "Children like you who can take everything lightly are the least worrying."
"Really?" Della smiled, with a thoughtful look on her face, "Then Maggie is really lucky to have such a good sister like me."
Why do the words just now sound so much like what a child from a perfect family would say?
How come she didn't realize that she still had this kind of confidence in family affection?
Della was puzzled by this. She remembered that when she was in the first and second grades, she was always secretly longing for family affection.
It seems that I have also had an emotional breakdown...
Wait, was it because of the emotional breakdown, or because of the inconsistency between words and deeds?
Della couldn't remember clearly, or perhaps the two years had completely changed her mentality, making the past that was separated from the present become blurred.
This kind of ambiguity doesn't matter, because that's how people grow up. But after Maggie became an adult, Della became more and more aware of Maggie's existence in her life.
It is her indispensable existence.