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Mr. Black was well aware of the fact that his son was going around following his n occasionally, even skipping school to visit various sites.
Of course, recently he hadn't had the ti to listen to all the reports in detail, but he knew the gist of it.
Instead of being angry at his son's truancy, however, Mr. Black felt a little lancholic instead. "I guess he's finally growing up, and realizing how insignificant grades are for people like us, and how much being familiar with the ground-level situation matters instead."
At this mont, his personal phone rang, and Mr. Black took a look to find that it was none other than his close friend, Mr. Sullivan.
He grinned as he picked the phone up. "Yo, Sully. How are things?"
The voice from the other side chuckled. "Good. My wife is still working on that thing, though. That woman is such a pain, one step forward, two steps back."
Mr. Black sighed. He knew what the man was talking about, of course. It was the reason he had been going a little easy on the White Deer recently, despite their deep animosity. "No worries. As long as you can take care of it, you'll take a wolf out of my farm, and get so at as well."
Mr. Sullivan laughed. "True. Too bad our previous plan couldn't work out, or we wouldn't need to do this in the first place. Your son is really… hah, never mind. I heard he was doing quite well recently, though?"
Had it been anyone else, they would never dare point fingers at Amos to his father, even if they both knew the truth. After all, Mr. Black wasn't known for his good temper.
The buff man chuckled. "Hoh, I'm flattered you would keep in touch with news about my son. Rest assured, he's doing pretty well now compared to before. He even seems to have taken so interest in my recent projects."
The voice on the other side chuckled. "Guess he's finally growing up. Indeed, the tiger father won't have a dog son, after all. Even if it appears the sa as a helpless kitten as a cub, eventually it will still grow into a ferocious predator!"
Mr. Black sighed. "I see you still haven't dropped using animal references, even after becoming the minister of finance…"
"Hey now, can you bla , when the two largest corporations in the country are 'Black Tiger' and 'White Deer'? Bla your own ancestors instead!"
Mr. Black couldn't help but laugh.
After so more small talk, a forlorn sigh ca from the other side of the phone. "Man, say what you will about Amos, but at least he's willing to follow your will in the end. Your legacy won't go to waste. In comparison, my son… Hah…"
The hero's father chuckled. "Well, an actor isn't that bad. I guess at least his fans will all vote for you in an election, ahaha. Popularity is what you lack the most, after all."
"That's the plus side of things, but he also attracts too many controversies. Well, never mind him. I heard sothing funny recently. Apparently, you made a bad deal, and gave away a lot of resources to so ant-sized company for no reason? Sounds like bull to . What tricks are you planning?"
Mr. Black could hear the skepticism practically drip from his friend's voice, and chuckled. "No tricks really, just that the other side's deal can't be put on paper. No worries, I have it all covered."
Instead of making him more relaxed, that only seed to alarm Mr. Sullivan more. "Ah, but you can't enforce it legally, so does that an you're gonna strongarm it again?! Damn, don't tell …"
Mr. Black smiled. "Of course, you have to cover for if needed. That IS your part of the deal, rember?"
There was a mont of silence before a helpless sigh ca from the other side. "Yeah yeah, I got it, but I just hope you stop giving so much work. I still have to prepare for the elections, you know? If everything works out… heh, even you will have to be respectful of then, you know?"
Mr. Black chuckled. The two had been friends for a long ti, which was why he had put so much trust in this man, despite his scheming nature. "Don't forget who got you there when it happens, alright?"
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Mrs. Porter's deal with the Sullivan family wasn't sothing that she had co across with a stroke of luck. It was a favor she had been slaving away for decades to obtain, and when it finally ca, she knew that the destiny of not just herself, but her entire family would forever change.
She may not have known Mrs. Sullivan's exact plans, given how careful and scheming that woman was, but she did know one thing…
The Sullivan family wasn't satisfied with the 'Minister of Finance' position at all, and what they aid for… was the country itself. Of course, winning the presidential election was easier said than done, but Mr. Sullivan already had what it took to contest for it, be it in terms of status, experience or, backing.
The only thing he was slightly lacking in, was popularity.
As for how exactly they planned to use the White Deer corporation, Mrs. Sullivan had no idea, and neither did she care.
After all, it would be Jeoffery Porter marrying the White family's eldest daughter in the end, and that was all she cared about. Because regardless of whose orders he had to follow behind the scenes, her son would still be one of the richest n in the world!
However, before their plan had even entered its initial phase, they had ended up facing a roadblock from soone they never expected. After all, George was usually off in his own world, and didn't bother his family much aside from asking for small funds here and there. He had neither the drive to succeed nor the talent to shine, which had always made Mrs. Porter subconsciously ignore him in favor of her elder son, Jeoffery.
The fact that their target's younger sister, who appeared to be quite close to her heart, was investigating the case of the girl her younger son had bullied was enough to imdiately set off alarm bells in their hearts.
After all, things would get much harder if that Emilia girl found out the involvent of her younger son in the matter. It would still be fine if she never talked about it in front of her sister, but that was unlikely.
However, while they were still considering the best course of action, the news of Michelle's death ca like rain in a drought, setting all their hearts at ease.
Since they had already gotten rid of most of the evidence, and the primary witness and victim was now dead as well, the chance of anything else going wrong was laughably low.
At that ti, Mrs. Porter recalled letting out a huge sigh of relief, thinking. 'Thank god the fucking cunt is dead. Heh, now nothing can go wrong, perfect!'
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~ To be continued ~
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