Later that evening, the business van sent to pick up Ouyang Feifei parked some distance outside the villa.
Ouyang Feifei and Zhang Yang parted reluctantly. As she got into the car, she kept looking back every few steps.
Several staff members got out of the vehicle, seemingly from Ouyang Feifei's management company. They bowed from afar, not daring to approach and disturb Zhang Yang.
A moment later, Zhang Yang watched the business van drive away, then turned around with a smile and went back inside.
It had been a brief night, but one worth savoring.
And the scorching heat of midsummer arrived in an instant...
By late July, the unrest in the African Gangge Republic had not reached the domestic news, but it had reached Zhang Yang's ears.
Pressed by the turbulent situation, along with a mutiny among troops within his sphere of influence, the current president was forced to announce his resignation and flee overseas on a plane that very night. Zabol was appointed acting president in the crisis and immediately announced the launch of formal elections for a new president.
Though he was only acting president, Zabol moved with thunderous force the moment he took office, sweeping away the mutinous troops.
For a time, his authority was absolute, and none dared disobey.
Although he had yet to officially assume the presidency, Zabol was practically certain to become the next president. Looking across the Gangge Republic, there was no one more qualified than him.
Good news. Great news.
Only one final step remained—the legitimacy granted by law.
What would it mean if Zabol truly succeeded to the presidency?
It would not only mark Zabol's ascent to the central stage of power, but also mean that Zhang Yang, standing behind the scenes with power in his grasp, would become a