She gritted her teeth and said, word by word,
"It seems I truly underestimated you."
"However, the game in New York isn't just about business."
She left this threatening remark and turned to leave.
"Wait."
Lynt's voice came from behind her.
Emma stopped and looked back at him.
Lynt's face showed a smile hungrier than the most avaricious shark on Wall Street.
"Ms. Frost, you see me as a competitor. But in my eyes…"
He extended a finger and pointed it at Emma from a distance.
"…you,"
He paused, each word like an ice pick, striking Emma's heart.
"Are an uncultivated, priceless gold mine.
And I just happen to need a… tool to help me mine."
"What did you say?"
Emma Frost suspected her ears were playing tricks on her.
She had lived for so long, from a talented young girl to the White Queen of Hellfire, and then to a business empress in charge of a hundred-billion empire.
Those who respected her, feared her, loved her, and hated her could line up from New York to Paris.
But no one had ever dared to describe her with the words 'tool'!
This was trampling her dignity on the ground and then grinding it twice!
She slowly turned around, the coldness in her blue eyes receding, leaving only a raging inferno capable of burning souls to ash!
Buzz—!
A substantial psychic shock wave slammed into Lynt's temple!
She wanted to crush his consciousness, to turn him into a drooling idiot!
However, Lynt just stood there, not even moving an eyebrow.
That battering ram, capable of causing a battleship captain to have a mental breakdown, dissipated less than a meter away from him.
Like a clay ox entering the sea, it disappeared without a trace with a soft plop.
It couldn't even stir a single strand of his hair.
"Psychic attacks are useless against me."
Lynt spread his hands, looking innocent and annoying.
"Ms. Frost, being aggressive on my turf, that doesn't fit your identity as an elite of high society."
Emma's chest heaved violently with anger and shock.
Twice!
Her most prized psychic power, in front of this man, was neutralized twice, like a joke!
She stared intently at Lynt, as if wanting to burn two holes through him with her gaze.
"Mr. Lin, your arrogance will cost you."
After Emma said this polite but firm statement, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor disappeared outside the door.
The chill she brought with her also dispersed.
The office was deathly quiet.
"Boss, she's trouble."
Raven had, at some point, pressed herself behind Lynt, her golden vertical pupils devoid of emotion, her voice like ice.
"Her mind is dirty; it will threaten you."
She extended her tongue, licked her lips, and made a swift, clean throat-slitting gesture.
"Give me half an hour, and I'll twist her head off, guaranteed no one will find out."
In her opinion, anything that could potentially affect Lynt should be eliminated directly.
"Twist it off? No, no, no."
Lynt wagged his finger, like a landlord scolding a prodigal child,
"Raven, your vision is still too narrow."
He lazily leaned back in his boss chair, propped his legs on the desk, and pulled up the dismal green stock chart of Frost International.
"Such a prime mine, what a waste to kill it? What I want is to swallow the person and the mine whole!"
His gaze turned to Magneto, who had been silent.
"Eric, an old acquaintance, right? Tell me her background."
Magneto was silent for a few seconds, seemingly organizing his words:
"Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.
The woman is tricky; her telepathic abilities are impossible to guard against.
But even more troublesome is the Hellfire Club; their reach… extends very far. They have people in the Military and the political sphere."
"Very good."
Lynt snapped his fingers, like a child with a new toy,
"Which means we can fight a tough battle."
He scanned everyone, his face showing the hungry look of a hunter spotting prey.
"Everyone, playtime is over!
Now, let's begin our company's first practical assessment!"
"Target: White Queen Emma Frost, and all her assets!"
The orders began to be issued.
"Raven, Lorna!"
"Here!"
"You two are in charge of finance!
Throw all the liquid cash we have in our accounts out there!
Short sell! Short sell Frost International at any cost!
I want her stock price to plummet directly from the heavens to hell!"
He pointed at the screen, his tone casual, but his words were venomous.
"Also, buy off all media channels for me!
Expose all of Frost International's dirty laundry!
Tax evasion, product defects, executives playing with young models—true or false, it doesn't matter, just make it up for me!
Hype it up for me! I want her to be drowned in spit the moment she steps out!"
Raven and Lorna exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming.
To smash people with money?
Was there anything more exhilarating than that!
"Valkyrie Squad!"
Lynt pointed to the four Asgardian fierce women in the corner who were almost bursting with internal injuries.
"Boss!"
Sigrun stepped forward.
"Your mission: security!
I guess the White Queen will definitely go to desperate lengths and send her little insects to cause trouble.
Your mission is simple: one comes, one is crippled.
Two come, a whole string is crippled! Beat them until they wet their pants just hearing our company's name!"
"Understood!"
The four Valkyries responded in unison, their fists cracking.
Finally, they could get some action!
Finally, Lynt's gaze fell on Magneto.
"Chief Advisor Eric, you have the most important mission."
Magneto looked up at him.
"The Hellfire Club are all Mutants; you are the most suitable to go.
Deliver a message to them for me."
Lynt leaned back in his chair, his voice suddenly turning cold, like a Siberian cold front.
"Tell them that my score with Emma Frost, Lynt, is our private matter.
If the Hellfire Club wants to get involved…"
He paused, then said, word by word.
"Then it's not a business competition; it's… a racial war!"
"I, Apex Amplification Company, declare war on the entire Hellfire Club!"
On Magneto's face, which was always etched with hatred, his muscles stiffened for a moment.
Racial war?
The phrase was like a red-hot iron poker, burning deep into his memory.
He looked at the young man with the playful smile… this madman!
Over the next three days, the entire city of New York, both the business World and the underground, went insane.
On Wall Street, a prehistoric financial behemoth, whose origins were unknown, opened its gaping maw and frantically tore at the giant ship that was Frost International.
Sell orders poured down like a waterfall, and the stock price plunged to rock bottom, without even a ripple of rebound.
Television, newspapers, the internet… every platform that could speak was broadcasting the same thing.
"Centuries-old enterprise rocked by shocking scandal! Billions in tax evasion!"
"Frost Military Industries again exposed for fatal flaws! Disregard for human life!"
"Exclusive exposé! White Queen Emma's extravagant wardrobe, a single thong could buy an apartment in Manhattan!"