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Zeke composed himself and swiped the screen to answer the call.

"Hello, is this Zeke Mare?" A cool female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Yes, it's me," Zeke managed to reply clearly thanks to Nash's support.

"Our governor would like you to come to City Hall. You're required to make your way to Room 25 on the 19th floor within an hour," the woman said in a commanding tone.

"Sorry, I don't have time today," Zeke responded assertively.

The woman sneered, "No time? It seems the governor means nothing to you. Do you need the governor to come see you personally?"

"I... I didn't mean that..."

Zeke felt a bit apprehensive in the face of the woman's aggressive tone. He knew very well the consequences of offending the governor, especially since the governor was from the Petro family. No matter how he played his cards, he could not outmaneuver the Petro family.

"What do you mean, then?" The woman's tone grew even colder. Being the governor's long-time secretary, she exuded a certain authoritative presence.

Overwhelmed, Zeke glanced at Nash for help. Nash simply continued sipping his tea, showing no intention of intervening.

Gulping hard, Zeke tried to contain his panic as he replied, "I'm out of town. I can't make it back in an hour!"

"Then make it two hours!" the woman said.

"Alright, I'll get to City Hall in two hours," Zeke replied. The woman ended the call without saying anything. Zeke plopped down on the couch and looked at James bitterly. He said, "Accompany me to City Hall later." James nodded. "Alright, I'll go with you. Vikor Petro is the governor. He wouldn't take things too far."

"I'll accompany you too. I want to see what this governor is up to," Nash said and then took a gentle sip of his tea. Zeke immediately felt a surge of relief. "Great. With you there, I'll feel much more at ease!"

At this moment, Nash was his pillar of support.

...

The Petro family's old residence that

was located within the second ring of Capiton housed a group of elders who had retired from the

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commercial and political arenas.

At this time, four elderly men were seated around a rosewood table, savoring tea that could only be attained by those within the political circles.

At the entrance of the old residence.

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stood an elderly man dressed in suit. His hair was graying, and be appeared significantly younger than the four men inside.

"Chekov, come in!" said the white-haired elderly man who was sitting at the main seat as he put down his teacup.

Chekov finally straightened himself and came into the villa.

"Uncles," Chekov greeted

respectfully. These four men were the Petro family's ancestors. They were all influential figures in the political or business world 35 years age. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Henrik Petro looked at Chekov with a kind expression and asked, "Chekov, have you come to us because you're in some kind of trouble?" "We've offended Nash Calcraft," Chekov answered gravely.

Frederic immediately frowned. "Of all the people to offend, you went and offended him? He's someone even General Landon often speaks highly of!" "You know him?" Henrik asked calmly.