The devil himself!

Lucifer had never really been one to hold back his emotions. When he was happy, he was overjoyed. When he was angry, he was furious. And the founder of the NGO association was about to see that side of him.

As Lucifer stormed into the room, Mr. Wilson, the founder of the association, visibly tensed up. He had heard of Lucifer's reputation, of course, but he never expected to meet him in person. Lucifer seemed to loom over him, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity.

"What do you want?" Mr. Wilson asked, struggling to keep his voice calm.

Lucifer's lips twisted into a sneer. "I want you to make Welbeck look less like a secret Quadrillionaire," he said, his voice dripping with venom.

Mr. Wilson swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. What does Welbeck have to do with anything?"

Lucifer let out a low, menacing chuckle. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Welbeck has been using his wealth and power to manipulate the world for his benefit. A
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