Get Principal Theresa on the Line (Continued)

She did not dare fight Theresa.

At that moment, Amber had shed her little-secretary persona from both public and private life. She sat in a convoy heading for the harbor, an embassy flag hanging from the rearview mirror. Seated in the back of an extended Maybach, Amber rolled around on the heated leather seat and picked at her feet while talking to Theresa.

"Amber, what are you doing?"

"Following Boss Zhao's instructions, I'm heading to the harbor to contact a nuclear-powered icebreaker. He is currently on a month-long hiking trip to the North Pole with his newlywed wife. Please be patient."

"Huh??"

That brat! I was so worried about him, and he'd actually snuck off on a honeymoon with someone?

Theresa felt as though she had punched a pillow.

"..."

"No, how are you going to prove that any of this is real?"

Amber answered neither arrogantly nor humbly, "Later, I'll compile Boss Zhao's expenditures since becoming Schicksal President into a report for your review. The unit will be hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars. Once you see it, Lady Theresa, you'll understand."

"..."

"There's one more thing."

Amber guessed that Theresa still had doubts, so she quickly dropped a bombshell.

"While traveling in Paris, Boss Zhao met with the young members of the three great families at a bar. Led by a certain Apocalypse, they declared that they wanted to tie their interests to Boss Zhao's war chariot. They also wanted him to marry an Apocalypse bride and change his surname..."

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Now that you mention it, I'm not sleepy anymore.

"And then?"

Unable to ignore something like this, Theresa asked curiously.

Amber replied, "Then Boss Zhao beat those twenty or thirty young people into second-degree disabilities. Some were disfigured or permanently disabled. We did everything we could to