Chapter 4 He Can Prove It

Areli sat up straight and looked at Darnell, asking, "What did you say?"

Darnell's smile was bright. "Her name is Laurel Barber, the princess from the African Spades Tribe. She came to Westergold to bypass international intermediaries and personally procure a batch of medicines."

"She arrived in Whiteville two days ago with her group and an interpreter. Unexpectedly, the interpreter slipped on the wet floor and broke his leg, now lying in the hospital."

"Without an interpreter, she couldn't communicate with the pharmaceutical companies, since few people know the Spades Tribe's own language."

Darnell continued, "Even translation companies rarely have employees who speak such rare languages. They searched for two days before finding a colleague of the injured interpreter, but he won't be available in Whiteville for another three days. Bored in the hotel, Princess Laurel went out alone with an advertisement from Pioneer Properties."

"She intended to find Pioneer Properties because it's more famous than Spectrum Pharmaceuticals in Africa. However, the traffic was terrible today. Impatient, she got out of the car."

"She happened to see Spectrum Pharmaceuticals' Whiteville branch and decided to give it a try."

"If Spectrum Pharmaceuticals can meet her medicine requirements, she'll place an order worth five million dollars and help establish a presence for Spectrum Pharmaceuticals in the Spades Tribe."

Hearing this, Areli stood up excitedly. "Really? You're not lying?"

Five million dollars was a huge order. More enticing was breaking Pioneer Properties's monopoly in Africa, a goldmine.

If they could enter the African market by year-end, one of Areli's biggest challenges would be resolved. While Areli pondered this, Roberto scrutinized Laurel suspiciously.

Darnell munched on a carrot and said, "What benefit do I get from lying?"

As Areli was about to speak, Roberto sneered coldly, "Miss Fanshaw, you're a general manager now. How could you be easily fooled?"

"For a girl dressed so plainly, do you believe she's a princess? Even if she is a princess, do you trust this guy? Maybe the 'princess' just wants to use the bathroom."

He looked disdainfully at Darnell's attire and said, "He's boasting about a five-million-dollar order just to make you happy."

One of Roberto's lackeys chimed in, "Yeah, Miss Fanshaw, there are too many scammers these days. Don't fall for it."

"Today's act might be a setup by this guy and the girl."

"Look at him. Does he seem like someone who knows an African tribal language?"

Areli's excitement waned slightly. Though Roberto's words were mocking, they made sense. She looked at Darnell skeptically.

Darnell noticed her suspicious eye. "Don't give me that look. I'm just an interpreter. I'm pretty confident about my interpretation, but I can't confirm if she's a princess. I believe she is. She seems more genuine than some pretentious people wearing gold-rimmed glasses."

This was a jab at Roberto.

Roberto's face darkened, but he didn't lose his temper and only snorted, "Who cares whether you believe her? If I grab a person off the street and they babble about a billion-dollar deal, would you believe that too?"

He glared at Darnell viciously. "Miss Fanshaw, who is this guy? So arrogant. You know him?"

Darnell chuckled softly. "Do you know why some people can live to ninety-nine?"

Roberto paused for a moment before he asked, "Why?"

Darnell replied calmly, "They don't talk too much like you."

Roberto fumed inside. "Young lad, you can't afford to provoke me. You're asking for trouble!"

His subordinates also became aggressive. One young man even rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge at Darnell.

"Mr. Gower, shut up! Don't disgrace the company."

Areli glared at Roberto's group, suppressing their actions with authority before picking up her phone and addressing Darnell, "Is she really an African Spades Tribe's princess?"

Darnell nodded. "That's what she said."

He glanced at Areli's tempting long legs, fantasizing about caressing them.

After getting Darnell's confirmation, Areli made a call in the corner and spoke softly before returning to her chair and addressing Roberto's group, "I've found a reliable interpreter. He'll be here in ten minutes."

She eyed Darnell coldly. "Darnell, I hope you didn't make a mistake."

Then she turned slightly and instructed, "Lillian, get some water for this lady."

After Darnell and Laurel exchanged a few words, her eyes widened slightly before she pointed at everyone angrily and sat down.

Roberto asked, "What did she say?"

Darnell grinned. "She said that despite your decent attire, you look like a scum."

Lillian couldn't help but laugh.

Roberto's face changed, but he held back his anger with a heavy snort.

Ten minutes later, an elderly man with gray hair walked in, clean-cut and energetic.

"Mr. Albany," Areli greeted him warmly and introduced him briefly to Roberto's group: "This is Grayson Albany, who worked at the African embassy twenty years ago and now researches African culture at the city library. He's very familiar with the Spades Tribe's language. His capability is absolutely reliable."

Hearing he was from the embassy, Roberto stopped complaining but still checked his phone for confirmation.

"Mr. Albany, thank you for coming."

After brief pleasantries, Areli explained the situation and invited Grayson to sit on the sofa. He politely smiled before greeting Laurel according to African customs and conversing seriously.

When Laurel showed some impatience, Grayson ended the conversation.

He stood up, facing Darnell, and stated, "His interpretation is completely accurate."

Areli beamed, "Is she really a princess? So it's really a five-million-dollar deal!"

She glanced approvingly at Darnell.

As Roberto's group listened intently, Grayson said honestly, “After asking her many details about culture, etiquette, and totems, I can confirm she's from the Spades Tribe without deception involved, but as for whether she is a princess or the five-million-dollar deal is true or not, I...”

Before Grayson could finish, Roberto laughed loudly, “Miss Fanshaw, give it up! So what if she's from the Spades Tribe? You can't confirm she's a princess or that there's money for medicine! After all, not every tribe has five million dollars.”

“Maybe she'll pay you with bananas or animal meat.”

“This girl probably can't even afford food,” his subordinates laughed along.

As Grayson sighed helplessly, Darnell walked over to Laurel and interpreted Roberto's words for her with a smile.

With an angry shout, Laurel erupted in fury after hearing it. She stepped forward swiftly and kicked Roberto away.

Her combat skills seemed formidable as she knocked down Roberto's subordinates effortlessly.

Before Roberto could get up, Darnell caught him with a tight grip, feigning concern. “Mr. Gower, are you okay?”

Roberto struggled but couldn't break free as Laurel charged again, angrily shouting, “Let go!”

“Okay!” Darnell released him just as Laurel reached them. Kicks and punches landed on Roberto without mercy.

Roberto couldn't dodge fast enough, rolling several meters away in pain to avoid further attacks.

Laurel's fighting prowess was evident. She seemed experienced in hunting wild boars.

Before anyone could react, the princess pulled out a card from her bag and slammed it onto the table.

“Damn it! How dare you hit me? You're finished! Brian, call the police now!” Roberto shouted while staggering to his feet, his face twisting in pain, but froze seeing what lay on the table.

A black card!