Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 951: Sin (part 2)

“Messenger, and Mr. Besong.” Mr. Saint Francis appeared before Bucky with a graceful demeanor. “It is an honor to have you attend my daughter’s birthday banquet.”

Bucky had never seen Doflamingo behave so humbly. He couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted, pondering how to keep this old friend in such a respectful posture tonight.

Imagining Doflamingo bowing to his divine powers, worshiping at his feet daily, filled Bucky with excitement.

“Just passing time,” Bucky replied with a slight smile. “And how could I decline your enthusiastic invitation, Mr. Saint Francis? After all, my God always teaches me never to refuse goodwill.”

“Haha, I hope to hear more teachings from you, Messenger. I believe they will save me from many detours in life,” Saint Francis replied warmly, though his mind was observing the guests at tonight’s banquet.

It was apparent that many attendees didn’t find the presence of the “Messenger of God” abrupt; instead, they seemed genuinely pleased. These individuals were either already followers or potential ones.

Unknowingly, this emerging church had attracted so many influential and wealthy people, which astonished Saint Francis. He doubted that someone as lazy and lucky as Bucky could establish such a movement. However, the church’s name left an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Was it merely coincidence, or something else?

“Mr. Besong and I are working on the first edition of a new doctrine,” Besong chimed in. “It’s about to be printed. If you’re interested, Mr. Saint Francis, I’ll make sure you receive it first.”

“I’d be honored,” Saint Francis replied with a faint smile.At this moment, his secretary approached and whispered something. Nodding, Saint Francis turned apologetically to the Messenger. “I’m sorry, but the mayor is about to arrive, and I must greet him. May I have my daughter entertain you? I hope her interaction with you will be enlightening.”

“Of course,” Bucky agreed immediately. He couldn’t help but suspect this was a setup. After dealing with Doflamingo for over a decade, Bucky knew his tricks too well.

“How could someone like him have such a stunning daughter?” Bucky thought, his mind wandering into humorous speculation. Yet, his thoughts also drifted to what tactics he might use to deal with her later. Lately, he found his interest in women waning. Perhaps it was the abundance of beautiful female followers in his church or…was he in love?

“Messenger, please follow me.” Saint Francis’ secretary gestured respectfully.

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To Bucky’s surprise, Besong didn’t follow him. As the Messenger’s first fervent believer, Besong was usually eager to stay by his side. But tonight, he seemed to sense Saint Francis’ hidden intentions and chose to leave Bucky to his interests.

The secretary led Bucky to a luxurious hotel suite, one of the finest in the building. Opening the door, the secretary allowed Bucky to enter alone before quietly closing it.

Inside, a woman stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city’s neon lights. Bucky, recalling the image of Miss Cossini, felt a spark of interest at her flawless silhouette. Though his desire had waned lately, an extraordinary beauty could still stir his instincts.

He approached silently until he was beside her, sharing the view of the cityscape. Yet, Miss Cossini didn’t turn to acknowledge him.

As an experienced playboy, Bucky knew this was a classic tactic—playing hard to get.

“What do you see in these city lights?” Bucky asked softly, his voice unintentionally carrying the tone of a preacher.

Without looking at him, Cossini replied, “In this world, people either pursue or are pursued. Some are busy, others exhausted.”

Bucky was momentarily taken aback, unsure why Doflamingo’s daughter would speak so philosophically. Still, he quickly regained composure. “Miss Cossini, though life can be exhausting, some are blessed with fortune. As the daughter of Saint Francis, living a life of privilege, such reflections seem out of place.”

“Do you think being born into wealth is a blessing?” she asked, finally turning her gaze to him.

“It’s more comfortable than poverty,” Bucky said indifferently. “Perhaps what you despise is what others yearn for. What you take for granted, others see as precious. Failing to appreciate it could be seen as ungrateful.”

Miss Cossini studied him, her expression solemn. “You are the Messenger, revered by many. Surely, your wisdom must guide them. May I ask you a question?”

“I don’t claim to know everything,” Bucky replied. “Only my God is omniscient. I am but a humble follower.”

“Can you save me?” Miss Cossini asked abruptly.

For a moment, Bucky was stunned. “Save you? Miss Cossini, I don’t see you in any immediate danger.”

Miss Cossini looked out the window with a sorrowful expression. "You see, I grew up in a wealthy family, enjoying a privileged life as the daughter of the great philanthropist, Mr. Saint Francis... But I never knew that I was actually an orphan without parents, merely adopted."

I told you so! Doflamingo, that bastard, is a confirmed bachelor. How could he have such an adorable biological daughter? - So he didn't doubt Cossini's confession in the slightest.

"Even so, luck has smiled upon you, hasn't it?" Bucky chuckled lightly. "Being adopted is a good thing, especially when the person adopting you is a kind-hearted man like Mr. Saint Francis."

"I suppose so." Miss Cossini was silent for a long time, then suddenly reached out and touched the floor-to-ceiling glass window, her fingers gripping it slightly. "Careful nurturing, unlimited material provisions, even a planned future... What more could I ask for?"

"Nothing, probably." Bucky nodded.

"But what if that man raped me when I was fourteen?" Cossini suddenly said something that took Bucky off guard.

"That... that's not possible, is it?" Bucky's jaw dropped.

From what he knew, Doflamingo wasn't into that kind of thing... As for himself, he would occasionally play similar games, but only as a form of play, to experience a bit of this alternative sense of transgression.

"How could such a beautiful work of art be defiled by others?" Miss Cossini looked at Bucky sadly. "Rather than letting others defile me later, I'd rather destroy myself... That's what my father said at the time. I'll never forget that day, a man who gave me everything, who appeared before me like an angel and took me away from the cold orphanage, giving me a privileged life, suddenly revealed his fangs, like a demon, tearing open my clothes and devouring me."

Bucky was silent for a moment before frowning. "Miss Cossini, why are you telling me this... Isn't this something you'd least want others to know?"

Miss Cossini gave a bitter smile. "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Bucky shook his head subconsciously. "It doesn't seem necessary... It's just a bit hard to accept... Well, people have two sides, and Mr. Saint Francis might really be a man who is outwardly respectable but inwardly corrupt - but why tell me this?"

"I hope you can save me." Miss Cossini stared at Bucky. "My father, Mr. Saint Francis, is a hypocrite. He does charity work only to make himself more famous. His goal is to win enough public support so that he can successfully participate in the upcoming presidential election."

Whoa... Doflamingo's got a plan. He's trying to cause trouble!

From a vicious thug, he wants to become the head of state... Only this madman would dare to think of that!

"Only you." Miss Cossini suddenly grabbed Bucky's hand. "Only you can save me from my father's clutches. Because he needs you very much. He hopes to get your support, to get the support of most of the influential people behind your new church. If he has your support, then he will be one step closer to his goal."

"So?" Bucky suddenly understood what the woman meant.

"As long as you tell my father that you have your eye on me." Miss Cossini placed Bucky's hand on her chest and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Then, to please you, my father will undoubtedly agree to your request without hesitation. Because in his eyes, I'm nothing more than a toy for him to play with. If this toy can play its greatest value, my father will be very happy and will hand me over to you... Tonight was originally meant to be for this."

"Cough!" Bucky withdrew his hand. "Miss Cossini, please respect yourself. I'm a very decent person."

"No... can't it be?" Miss Cossini's eyes were soft. "I've been waiting for someone to appear, waiting for someone who can bring me out of my father's nightmare. I've sworn... If there's such a person, I'll spend the rest of my life repaying him."

With that, Miss Cossini reached behind her and began to unzip the zipper of her pure white, gold-embroidered gown.

She flipped the shoulders of the gown, causing it to slip down. With her hands protecting her chest, she lowered her head slightly. "Although this body has been defiled... but after all, it's just my father's... To you, isn't it a little attractive?"

"Hmm..."

Bucky secretly swallowed.

A defiled adopted daughter, a girl waiting to be saved, it really hit his sweet spot - he had never encountered a similar type before.

However...

Looking at Miss Cossini, who seemed ready for anything, Bucky suddenly suppressed the desire in his heart and frowned.

Bucky, be careful... There's probably something fishy here.

Bucky glanced at Miss Cossini, who was now bare-chested.

Bucky, what kind of woman haven't you played with before?... There must be a trick here!

Bucky glanced at Miss Cossini again, who was still bare-chested.

Bucky... Damn it! I have the power of seduction, why don't I just ask her directly?

Bucky slapped his forehead and then smiled wickedly, walking up to Cossini.

But just as he was about to ask, he was hit hard on the back of the neck and fell to the ground without a word.

After he fell, a figure suddenly appeared in the air - the Shadow Queen looked at Bucky, who was lying on the ground, and frowned, "Lewd man."