Chapter 1103: Chapter 551: Am I Not a Good Person for Betraying My Father-in-Law?_4

“You idiot! Tone it down, or I’ll have the bank consortium stop your loans and kick you out!”

Listening to the curses over the phone, Donald, sitting in the New York City mansion, turned red in the face, but he dared not utter a single word.

After hanging up the phone.

He angrily kicked the table and said to his second wife, Mara Mepples, “I’m sick of being scolded like this. I’m going into politics, I want to reach the top, I want to become America’s New Roosevelt!!”

Of course, this was beside the point.

The Black Panther Party and extremist left organizations all expressed their condolences to the Ramsfield family.

The night the news broke, there were 21 bombings targeting government and military facilities in Washington.

The Black Panther Party attacked the airbase in Maine, destroying several aircraft and killing about 30 military police.

The previously subsiding unrest began to erupt anew.

All the elites in the United States felt a throbbing headache.

In the Supreme Leader’s bedroom at the National Palace.

Victor sat by the bedside, gently holding Belsaria’s hand, while she slept.

After an official reporter snapped a photo, they quietly left.

The world needs to know the deep affection of Supreme Leader Victor!

The people need to know what kind of person their Leader is.

How can this be called a show?

This is called… an image.

About twenty minutes later, Belsaria slowly opened her eyes, looking at her husband, the grief once again overwhelming her.

“Victor, I have no father, I have no family anymore, wooo—”

She cried out, her voice trembling.

The servants nearby also wiped their eyes. Belsaria was always kind to everyone, they could empathize with her.

Victor hurriedly embraced her, gently patting her shoulder, comforting her in a soft tone.

“I know you miss them a lot, I’ll miss them with you, I miss father-in-law too. If you want to talk about them, or if you want to cry, I’m here.”

When comforting someone, let them know you empathize with them.

True comfort is not about eliminating pain, but making her feel: even if the world collapses, you are there to hold her up— I snore while sleeping. (Me personally.)

After feeling Belsaria fall back asleep, Victor gently placed her on the pillow, carefully tucking her in, and stood up, saying to the servant, “Take good care of her, let me know if anything happens.”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.”

Victor nodded, glanced at his shoulder, soaked with tears, and let out a long sigh.

As he walked out of the bedroom, Casare was standing by the door.

“How’s Belsaria?”

“She’s fine, a good cry helped.” Victor shook his head, and the two exchanged a look, slowly walking downstairs to the small garden at the back.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, held it in his mouth, was about to light it, but stopped, and said:

“The fire isn’t big enough yet, we need to keep stoking it, use the death of the Ramsfield family to stir things up.”

“Discuss this with Goebbels, no matter what, we need to throw the blame on these American elites.”

“Most importantly, continue exposing the scandals of the Red Shoes Club, the Bohemian Club, and others, and add fuel to this chaotic situation.”

“Dump a pile of shit and piss on them, and I don’t believe the Yanks will have the energy to mess with Medellin!”

“As long as they stay out of it, the other European countries are just a bunch of rotten apples!”

“Don’t you agree?”

Casare nodded vigorously, “You’re right, boss.”

“Let’s go find Kennedy, I want to see how the Haiti plan is coming along!”

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