Nick, with the people from Temple in Heaven, stood next to the people from the Gustin Group, and frowned when he saw this.
This was their Temple in Heaven boss, and they didn’t need the bodyguards from other families.
Thinking this, Nick gave a wave with an expressionless face, and the members of the Peak Club immediately went up with some of them, silently standing next to Paige and silently pushing away the people arranged by Jaden.
“…”
Jaden couldn’t help but laugh when he looked at this. What was there to fight about?
He looked up at the sky, where several planes were patrolling back and forth. Not only the planes, but he had arranged snipers in every tall building, near and far.
Anyone who dares to make a move will be reduced to a dead soul under the gun with just one movement in the next second.
The plutocrats also silently glanced at the planes in the sky.
Paige.
It’s really hard to kill.
“Clap, clap, clap…”
An applause came.
The crowd turned their heads and saw Rafael and Carrie standing in front of the crowd. The two of them even wore matching formal wear, looking exceptionally loving and sweet.
The two of them spontaneously applauded, and the people around them followed suit, and the tycoons had to clap along as well.
Later, the applause of the crowd was deafening.
All sounds were drowned out.
The Wind Island people stood behind Paige and couldn’t help but get excited watching the scene.
Bastion covered his ears, looking at everything in front of him with excitement. Sister Paige was right, the outside world is bigger.
Alfredo stood to the side, his attention not on these people, but on the tall buildings in the distance. This was everything he had never dreamed of.
“President,” Paige walked towards Rafael and Carrie, her fair face with a faint smile, “I heard the results of the vote on the way back. Congratulations on your re-election.” She held out her hand to Rafael.
The votes for the presidential election will not be completely counted until 9 pm tonight, but based on the current situation, the result is already predictable and ideal.
So Rafael did not hold back, reaching out to shake her hand, “Congratulations.”
Rebuilding the slums and the presidential election were mutually reinforcing, and now with this result they had achieved a win-win.
As he spoke, Rafael glanced down at the side at Carrie, who had exquisite makeup on, thinking that she was the biggest contributor to the success of the election, and that he should praise her in front of Paige.
But before he could speak, Carrie had already taken a step forward, pulling Paige’s hand away from his and beaming, “Sister Paige, thank you for your hard work.”
“You’re the one who’s worked hard,” Paige said.
Carrie had given everything she could to ensure the election’s success.
“I’m not tired. I’m just happy to see you back safely,” Carrie whispered in her ear as she took her arm in her hand. ‘I’ve prepared a dinner tonight to celebrate the end of the slums in Country A and to watch the final results of the election count. You can relax.’
“Okay,” Paige nodded.
Something so joyous of course needs to be celebrated, the more lively the better, so that everyone can really understand that the slums of Country A are a thing of the past.
“…”
Rafael stood still, his eyes behind his glasses watching the two of them walk further and further ahead.
Fine, Carrie doesn’t need his praise at all.
…
The news that all 3, 000 people from the slums had returned to the country had swept across the world in a single day like rain.
Naturally, it included the southern border as well.
In a high-end king-size bed room of a five-star hotel, the TV is turned on.
The news camera gives a long shot of the beach, which is packed with people. Everyone who is anyone in Country A is here to greet the slum dwellers.
Suddenly, the camera cuts back to a close-up of a pair of hands clasped in a businesslike handshake.
The man’s hands are elegant and refined.
The woman’s hands are fair and attractive.
The reporter reported that in order to welcome the slum dwellers, President Rafael had cancelled his original schedule, hurried to the port, and had a handshake of the century with Paige, who came from the slums.
At the end, the reporter said with emotion that the two had held hands for a long time and did not want to let go.
“Pop!”
A pen broke in two in Enrico’s hand.
Gabriel was sitting on the big bed with his little short legs, his back against the pillow, watching the news with great interest, when he suddenly heard a harsh sound and turned his head.
Enrico had moved the single sofa next to the bed to make it easier to watch TV, and was now sitting there in a lazy posture, his dark bathrobe making him look like a spoiled rich boy waiting to be served.
His face, however, was not so lazy. He was staring at the TV screen, his deep grey eyes gloomy, and he was still maintaining the action of breaking the pen.
“…”
Gabriel looked away, shook his short legs, and continued watching TV with his sunglasses on.
His mommy is really pretty.
I really want to kiss her.
Gabriel moved his little mouth a few times, a little sad again. It looked like his mommy had gone to The Capital, which was very far away. He didn’t know if the man next to him could take him to find his mommy.
Thinking about this, Gabriel couldn’t help but turn his head again.
“Pop…”
Enrico broke another pen in half.
His face looked even gloomier.
The room was compact, with the desk not far from Enrico, and a few pens still standing upright in the pen holder on it.
Enrico looked at the TV, casually threw the broken pen in his hand, and went to the pen holder to get the next one.
Seeing this, Gabriel immediately rolled off the bed, rushed to Enrico, and grabbed his sleeve.
“What are you doing?” Enrico looked at him coldly with a low gaze, his eyes dark with clouds.
“This is a hotel pen,” Gabriel said anxiously.
A hotel pen, if you break it, you have to pay for it, right? He really doesn’t have much money!
“I know,” Enrico snorted, breaking the pen in his hand without a change of expression and throwing it away, then looking at him again, “why don’t you just go?”
He had been busy arranging Paige’s return to The Capital and had not paid any attention to this little traitor, and as a result, the little traitor had just stayed there with a clear conscience.
He really took him for a saint.
Gabriel stood there, and could feel Enrico’s face getting even worse than before. He couldn’t help but ask, “Are you in a bad mood?”
“Yes,” Enrico said without denying it, and slowly leaned towards him, getting closer to the young, innocent face in front of him.
Through his sunglasses, he could see that the little spy had beautiful eyes. He stared at them up close, his thin lips slightly parted, speaking wickedly and insidiously, word by word, “But the world is fair. If I’m in a bad mood, someone else will have a bad life.”
For example, Rafael, who dared to hold her hand.
For example, the little traitor in front of him.
And for example, Kevin, who took advantage of the little traitor.
“…”
Gabriel looked at him with a sinister expression in his eyes and swallowed, but did not back away. He just stood there, struggling with his expression, and finally said, “Then… I’ll pay for you.”
“With your measly money, I’m not impressed,” Enrico said coldly, picking up the remote control and turning off the TV.
No more watching.
Boring!
He stood up and walked towards the window, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking across at the Lautners family. He sent a message to Paige in The Capital in the meantime
[Enrico: Wash your hands, immediately!]