Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Game Rules

All eyes instantly focused on Angel.

After a brief silence, the cook's aged face burst into a smile, blooming like a flower.

"Oh! Miss Angel!"

The cook dramatically smacked his own forehead with his palm.

"Damn it, how could I have forgotten you!"

Indeed he should be damned.

And he was not wrong.

Who was Angel?

Descendant of a political dynasty in Country M, a graduate from a prestigious school.

Her father was a renowned businessman, her mother a board member of a charity, her aunt the whip of the Donkey Party, her large family divided into thirds, one part businessmen, another part politicians, and the last third social activists, a true aristocratic family.

Not using such a powerful backing, wouldn't that be a death sentence?