The room was so quiet that only one heavy breathing sound remained.
The fifty-seven-year-old senator, a dignified-looking man, hooked a finger around his tie and tugged hard.
The tie and tight collar restricted his breathing somewhat, making him feel as though he could not catch his breath.
His eyes had also unconsciously become bloodshot.
After working for most of his life, he had finally reached the summit. Yet before he had enjoyed it for long, he was about to come back down.
Who could endure that? Leaving Congress did not merely mean that his political standing would decline. It also meant that his income would take a massive hit!
Capitalists were very practical.
They would not waste money on someone far from the center of politics.
Soon, the investment ability he took pride in would suffer a crushing setback in the eyes of others, and his investments would never earn as much money again.
If he could find a state willing to accept him as its State Senate speaker, things might be slightly better.
But once he had nowhere to go, he would soon become an ordinary person.
That was how practical and direct federal society was.
When a person had value, everyone would gather around him.
Once a person's value reached zero, people would leave him in an instant.
The senator pursed his lips, swallowed, and asked fiercely, "Because of that previous incident?"
"I thought it was over!"
He had guessed the truth, but what could he do about it? Gladstone looked at him. "But the antitrust investigation isn't over yet!"
The senator froze again. Suddenly, he felt a little cold. He realized that the blade raised by the Presidential Palace might truly fall upon the Jerry Dice Consortium.
Only this time, he did not know how much flesh