Jonathan boiled within himself. Barack had made him look like a fool on camera. However, he must demonstrate that he knew what he was doing.He knew indeed how the people of Velmoria thought. If everything kept going wrong for him and Frederick, they would protest, they would ask for them to be sacked, and if they were not sacked, the Crime Financial Bureau would be sued by high noble people of Velmoria.Instantly, Jonathan placed a call to the bank.“Hello,” he said while everyone watched and listened.“Good day sir, this is Linda speaking from Apex National Bank. How may I assist you?” a female voice sounded at the other end of the call.“Good day, this is Director Jonathan Pierce from the Financial Crime Bureau. We’re conducting an active investigation, and we need the bank statements of the business account Sebastian Southlake Corporation for the past six months.”“I understand, Director Jonathan. However, for confidentiality reasons, we can only release client information upon rec

Langston smiled. It was like a heavy weight was lifted off his chest. He knew Robert's ideas always hit the nail on the head. “Why didn’t I think of this before?” he sounded. His voice filled with so much hope.Langston's secret service was one whom no one in Velmoria knew who they were. But each citizen of Velmoria knew the president of Velmoria always had a secret service. This secret service was the most skilled set of people who maintained a hidden identity according to the agreement they signed with the White House and the body of the Presidency. This way, each secret agent was picked from the best of the best in each of their separate fields. The hacker, field agent, driver, sniper, among others, were the best they had picked them from.So, with this, there was none in the whole of Velmoria that could compare. And the only person who could give orders to them was the president only.Langston picked up his phone and texted a secret number, “Assemble, we need to see.” “Okay s

Ferdinand smirked. The image of Alex being shot in the head played vividly in his mind, filling him with satisfaction. The thought alone was exhilarating, but what thrilled him more was the anticipation of turning it into reality. Soon, very soon.He swung his pistol into its holster, securing it tightly. Then, he buttoned up the second pistol in his other holster. "Now, shall we?" he murmured, adjusting his suit with a confident smirk."White is for purity, black is for evil." He chuckled to himself as he strode back to his room. There, he dressed in an immaculate white suit, paired with a matching white hat, pants, and leather shoes. The contrast between his attire and the malice in his heart amused him.Leaving his house, he slipped into his sleek Mercedes-Benz and sped toward the airport.Within forty-five minutes, he was on a plane, en route to Southlake.***Meanwhile, the morning sun cast its golden glow over Turnish as Alex stirred awake. Life in the Turnish White House was be

Lucas clenched his fists. He had tried everything—none of it worked. Was he really going to lose his son?“I sincerely apologize, sir. I know you desperately need this money, but there’s nothing I can do—not when you don’t have a good enough collateral for us to lend you this amount,” the loan officer said, folding his hands together on the table.Lucas remained silent, his expression bleak. His eyes, reddened from stress and exhaustion, mirrored his despair. The words that denied him the loan echoed in his mind, dragging him into a state of helplessness.“But… but my car! I can use it as collat—”“As per our bank’s policy, to approve a loan as large as $50,000, your collateral must be worth at least twice that amount,” the loan officer interrupted. “Your SUV, at best, would be valued around $35,000 on the market, and that’s only if we find a good buyer. That’s not enough, Mr. Lucas.”Lucas exhaled sharply, tilting his head back as he stared at the ceiling, then lowered his gaze to th

Lucas's eyes widened in shock. “They really sent it!” he exclaimed, barely able to believe what he was seeing.Even though he worked in the Turnish White House, he had never seen $100,000 in his account before. His salary had always disappeared quickly, drained by Allen’s ongoing medical treatment. The expenses gnawed at his finances like a parasite leeching blood from its host. But now, for the first time in years, a surge of relief washed over him. The money was real. It was finally there.He jumped up, his joy bubbling uncontrollably. Yet, he knew he had to contain himself. He couldn’t afford to let his excitement slip through the phone call.“I’ll text you the address once I lure him out,” he said, his voice steady despite the thrill racing through him. Without another word, he ended the call.Though Lucas had used a private number to contact the Velmoria White House, his bank details had been necessary for the transfer. Now, Agent Hockey had all the information he needed to track