Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1094 - 549: France's Traditional Skill—True White Fl

Downstairs, many people were sitting, quietly talking to each other with their heads bowed.

So wanted to go up to the second floor, but were stopped by the three bodyguards at the stairway. Feeling the situation wasn't right, they gave up the idea and found a place to sit on the first floor.

"Supre Leader, the person is here," the confidential secretary behind him whispered.

Victor nodded while listening to the song, "Bring them up."

"What do you think of her singing?"

Casare, seated nearby, glanced at their leader. "She sings well and is pretty."

"I quite like girls with tear-shaped moles," Victor joked, "I even specifically looked for an ex-girlfriend with such a mole."

"Oh? I haven't heard about that. And then?" Casare asked like a gossip reporter, while the secretary and bodyguards behind them pricked up their ears.

Victor's gaze was deep, with a hint of nostalgia, "She thought I had no future and ran off with a wealthy man."

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No... no future?

Casare chuckled, "She clearly made an error in judgnt."

Victor, without hesitation, said he was the most powerful "60s" person in the world.

That was a bit of a joke.

Just as Casare was feeling a bit awkward, the confidential secretary ca over with soone.

He turned around and saw two n standing behind him, one taller and one shorter, who were clearly father and son.

Victor turned around as well, smiling, "Cousin."

Valentino Vieri suddenly seed nervous and hurriedly pushed his son forward, "Anthony, greet him!"

"Uncle!"

Victor smiled and patted his head, "Good boy."

The confidential secretary beside him handed over a box, "This is your uncle's gift for eting."

"Wow! A ga console, dad, it's a ga console!" Anthony shouted excitedly.

Valentino awkwardly smiled, "Then thank you quickly."

"Thank you, Uncle."

"It's made by our family, not expensive, as long as you like it. Co, sit down and chat."

Valentino, seeing his increasingly powerful cousin, sat down awkwardly on the edge of the seat.

"I asked you here to thank you for helping the country capture spies, extracting many secrets from that facilitator's mouth."

"That's what we should do."

Anthony chid in from the side, "Uncle, my dad said, since we are Vieri, we shouldn't be helping outsiders. We are true family."

Casare, hearing this, looked deeply at the young man.

Not bad, huh.

That was truly well-spoken.

Sure enough, Victor's expression beca more gentle after hearing this, and he pondered, "Do you have any requests?"

"No, no, I'm doing quite well now," Valentino quickly shook his head.

"I know so people in the family think I am not close enough, but as you know, they are nothing decent. Despite knowing I hate drug dealing, so still secretly deal and abuse drugs..."

"I'm angry at their lack of ambition!"

Valentino's eyebrows twitched violently, and he fell silent.

He was also implicated in that incident. It was Victor's youngest uncle's son.

His grandfather had six sons and three daughters, quite a relationship network.

That scoundrel used Victor's na to deal drugs.

He was beheaded by Victor.

It was from that point he realized most in the family were just good-for-nothings.

After all, they used to be poor.

Wealth rarely lasts beyond three generations, but if it does, then they're considered nobility.

Therefore, upon learning a cousin had ambition, he beca interested and planned to et and chat.

Now he seed to be quite simple-minded.

"Belize needs a Governor…"

Casare's eyes twitched hard, and Valentino also stared wide-eyed.

"I plan to send soone over, but they need a Tourism Minister there, so you go take the role."

Casare exhaled a breath.

Victor's way of speaking is suspenseful; he thought he might let the other be Governor.

Valentino also breathed a sigh of relief, surprised, hesitating a bit. "I… I have no experience in politics."

"Don't worry, you just need to watch and learn at the ti; there'll be others doing the work. Anthony can co to xico City to study then, there are good education resources here."

"Alright!"

Valentino did not hesitate, nodding vigorously, realizing selling fruit is nothing compared to being an official.

After finishing business talk, Victor turned his gaze back to the stage; understanding his cue, Valentino left with his son.

After stepping out of the bar, he finally smiled, unable to contain his excitent as he vigorously waved his fist inside the car, then embraced his son's head and kissed him.

Anthony was stunned, "Dad, have you… taken dication?"

"Get out of here, our family won't have to worry about food and drink anymore. You study hard and climb higher in the future, then I'll be satisfied."

Study?

Anthony smirked, lowering his head to look at the ga console in his hand.

I want to be a professional gar!

Books? Not even dogs read them. Vis%i!t My V*i&r-tu&al L@ib*ra^r@y Empire# (-M%_*VL-E@MPY*R) for m@or^e#.^

Inside the bar.

After singing a few more songs, the girl left the stage. The singers following her were sowhat uninteresting to Victor, "Let's go."

He was also a young man and naturally still enjoyed going out.

But his status didn't allow it; sotis he had to sneak out discreetly.

Soone of his status has plenty of people going to great lengths over every gesture.

This bar belonged to a mber of the Casale family, so Victor often visited; there was a private path leading outside to the second floor to avoid being seen.

As the motorcade pulled out from the underground parking lot, it began to rain outside, gradually becoming heavier. Pedestrians on the street frantically covered their heads and scattered.

Victor took a puff from his cigar, looked outside, and softly said, "Stop the car."

"Get a car to send her ho."

Casare and the others seated beside him looked outside and saw the girl who had sung earlier standing at the bus stop in the rain with an umbrella.