Not to mention that Li Xiaofeng couldn't understand Angelina's motives, even Angelina's father Victor didn't understand why his father was so keen on getting relatives with the Kornilov family. Whether as a father or an aristocrat in the upper class, Victor didn't like the playboy named Igor Lavrinov.

"Dad, I absolutely do not agree with this marriage!" Victor looked at his inappropriate father seriously. Early this morning, when he heard that the old man insisted on holding an engagement ceremony next week and was about to send his most precious and only daughter into the fire pit, he was surprisingly angry.

"This is too shameful, too lowly, and too disgusting!"

The three words "Tai" express Victor's true thoughts, but obviously, the old man could not impress the strong disgust just by relying on his strong feelings. The old man buried his head and wiped an old antique flintlock pistol, just raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced casually at his son from behind the reading glasses.

It was just such a simple action that made Victor deeply powerless. The old man not only looked down on him or ignored him, but also acted for granted, as if the person who was talking to him was not his own son, but his passerby.

That thing, the old man seemed to say again: "Who are you? What are you doing here? When will you get out?!"

Victor was stimulated, and the backlog of dissatisfaction in the past instant made him burst out. He waved his arms and vented his anger in the most exaggerated body language and voice: "I will never agree to this marriage! Absolutely!"

Where is the old man? He was still careless and quietly fiddling with his musket. His meticulous and focused made Victor even more furious: "I would like to emphasize again, I will never let my daughter marry a dirty and shameful obscene embryo, never!"

The old man's mood finally changed. He put down the musket in his hand, raised his head to look at his son whose face had completely deformed due to his excessive anger, and said slowly: "What you said doesn't count!"

Victor was crazy and vomiting blood. If he could, he really wanted to raise his feet and stomp his face hard on his face, and then slowly use force to crush the hateful shoe to the face into a meat paste bit by bit.

Unfortunately, he could not do this. No matter how much he disliked the old man in front of him, this immortal is his father. As a glorious nobleman, he could not do such rude things because... because it would damage the noble's face...

Victor took a deep breath and tried hard to calm the anger in his heart. He asked in an obvious restrained tone: "Dad, I beg you, please tell me what is going on... How is it that you are willing to let Angelina go, please tell me your own conditions! As long as I can do it, even if I let me live with the devil, I will admit it!"

A smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face, as if he had expected his son to offer such conditions, and all he needed to do was to offer a price all over the place. At the same time, when he saw the rock in his heart falling down when he saw his laughing, he thought that as long as his bid was good enough, there was room for recovery.

"I don't have any conditions!" The old man smiled strangely. He said seriously: "I just want to see my cute Angelina be able to hold a wedding with Mr. Kornilov as soon as possible..."

Victor knew that he was being fooled, just like when he was a child, he was played with the evil old man in front of him and applauded. Whenever he thought he could turn against the enemy, the old man would always catch him off guard. To be honest, this feeling was really bad!

Victor suddenly lost all his patience. He was angry and knocked down the musket in the old man's hand and roared: "Damn old bastard, can't you be more awake? What is there for the Kornilov family to look forward to? No money or status, except for the old Kornilov who has a ridiculous Russian hero medal. What else does this family have?"

Victor waved his fists angrily, and his originally gentle face looked extremely ferocious because of his anger: "...Wake up, old guy, Russia no longer worships heroes now. Do you want Angelina to marry a poor man? I don't allow my only daughter to be wronged! Angelina should live a good life!"

He was confronted by his son, but the old man had no intention of being angry at all. He watched Victor's performance with interest. When the other party's lines finally finished, the old man said calmly: "Hmph, it sounds better than singing. Angelina should live a good life. Hehe, do I understand it as - let Victor want to live a good life too? Tell me, who has offered you the conditions?"

Victor looked embarrassed. He didn't expect the old man to be so smart. He could see through all his disguises at first sight, and then he could not get out of Taiwan. He shouted with guilt: "I'm all for Angelina! No matter what, Count Medvedev is just as good as us, so Angelina should marry a noble nobleman, not the vulgar Qiu Ba!"

"A nobleman with noble character?" the old man smiled, and he also took his ears while laughing. "This is probably the least funny joke I have ever heard in my life. When did Medvedev, who started his career by lending loan sharks and opening a casino and brothel, and used money to buy the title of Count, be called a nobleman... By the way, that despicable and shameless family will not be at all with the word noble?"

After pausing, the old man joked: "Can it be said that Russia's laws and morality have completely changed now. It is completely legal to rob, kill people, and force good people to become prostitutes?"

Victor's old face turned red by the old man's hot eyes, and hesitated and couldn't speak. Who made the old man catch his weakness?

After a long time, the old man gave up and continued to whip his son, sighed slightly and said, "Forget it, you should just tell me how much money is going to pay for that dog in Medvedev so that you can sell your daughter?"

Victor's face became even more embarrassing, and he couldn't open his mouth after being squeamish for a long time. This expression made the old man even more disdainful and said sarcastically: "Is it one million, two million, or three million?"

Victor replied in a mosquito-sized voice: "Five million..."

"Five million!" The old man slapped the table with excitement, took his son's right hand, and squeezed hard: "My God, the noble little Mr. Hemstrasse, actually sold his only daughter for a high price of 5 million. My God, this is really a huge sum of money! Let me think about it, this money is enough to raise a few mistresses, one? two? Oh, no matter how much I have to raise three!"

The old man whistled sarcastically and patted his son's shoulder and said, "I must say, Mr. Hemstrasse, you are indeed very lucky, but I have a small problem. A year ago, you sold your real estate in your hometown, a villa in the suburbs half a year ago, and today you sold your only daughter. Can I understand that the next step will be to deal with your wife? To be honest, Mrs. Hemstrasse is really a beauty, and I believe Mr. Medvedev will be interested!"

A series of sarcasm made Victor almost unable to raise his head. Of course, this gentleman was not reflecting on his love debt, but deeply jealous of his father. As long as he reached the peak of his anger, he would erupt like a volcano:

"Enough! Are you better than me? Who caused the current dilemma of our family? Could it be that my respectable father squandered his ancestors' inheritance into some illusory ideals... Otherwise, we are so embarrassed? What qualifications do you have to blame me? Is your intention the same as me? Tell you, old man, I will never let my daughter sacrifice for your bullshit ideals. Without a bride price of five million, no one can marry her!"

The old man was really angry with his son's shamelessness, but he was not surprised at all, because in a sense, he was not much nobler than his son. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder, are the men in the Hemstrasse all the same incompetent and cowardly? This is true for his grandfather and father, and when he becomes his grandfather and becomes his father, the only thing that is gratifying is that there are no boys in Angelina's generation, otherwise he would probably have a bastard son and a bastard grandson.

The old man felt deeply saddened. Once upon a time, his ideal was to revitalize the Hemstral family. Unfortunately, he was willing but not able to do so. After squandering the unpopular ancestral property left by his ancestors, he failed in a mess and lost a lot.

Originally, the old man thought he would be humiliated for this rest of life, but the appearance of Angelina and Kornilov little gave him new hope. If possible, even if he had the happiness of his little granddaughter, he planned to win another chance for himself. As long as he could make a comeback, the Hemstral family would open a new page, and he, Nikola Hemstral, would become the greatest hero of the family's revival and would make all descendants remember his glory...

Intoxicated by the beautiful fantasy, the old man kept hypnotizing and self-ansthesizing, and used various reasons to convince himself to break through the lower limit again and again. In order to realize his ideal, he would not have any concerns, nor would he consider anyone's feelings. Not to mention sacrificing Angelina, even if he wanted him to kill his own obscene son with his own hands!

The old man licked his lips and subconsciously looked at the musket on the table. He wanted to raise his gun and shoot his prodigal son immediately. Perhaps as long as this kid is solved, the last obstacle will be eliminated. This price is acceptable for the revival of the Hemstral family.

Poor Victor didn't know that his devil's father had a murderous intention at this time. He was thinking about the five million now. If Mr. Kornilov could give out five million, he wouldn't mind letting Angelina marry this shameless, despicable and vulgar son of Qiu Ba. Of course, if Kornilov could compete with Medvedev, it would be even better, because it seemed to indicate a higher dowry...
Chapter completed!