At 2:15 a.m., Gladstone still had not gone to sleep.
He was slumped deep in the sofa, reeking of alcohol.
There was a large amount of ash on the floor beside him. Some of it had even scorched black spots of varying sizes into the camel-colored carpet.
Cigarette butts, empty liquor bottles, and a half-eaten pizza filled the room. The smell was indescribably foul.
He had been waiting for news—important news.
As long as that old bastard went to meet God, everything would return to his control.
His emotions were deeply conflicted.
The Progressive Party Elder had genuinely treated him well. He had graduated from Saint and Harmony Society Colleges, but because of certain issues with his background, he had been unable to become a probationary member of the Saint and Harmony Society.
The Progressive Party Development Office had taken notice of him and developed him into a member of the Progressive Party.
After graduating from university, he had gone straight to work at the mayor's office. His outstanding abilities soon attracted the party's attention.
With the old man's intervention, he had been promoted to work in the Secretary Office of the State Government after three years as the mayor's assistant, becoming the office's second-in-command.
From then on, his political career had been smooth sailing. Especially after the old man became the Committee Chairman, Gladstone's standing within the party rose significantly as well.
Barely into his thirties, he had already become a regional councilor, and over the following years, he had pushed through several major regional bills.
He was later transferred back to the party committee, where he took up a party position.
After several years of honing himself, he successfully became the Speaker of the regional senate, and then governor.
But his "political career" ended there.
His grandfather had