Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 1512 - 709: Is the Crown Prince Really That Attracti

Casare's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Damn it, start thinking!

Hurry up!!!!

"Boss."

He carefully phrased, "Caesar is exceptionally intelligent, diligent in his studies, naturally obedient and sensible. Bruto is still young, a bit stubborn, but the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; his determination is just like yours. Both kids are good in their own ways."

His words were flawless, praising both sides without specific comparison.

Victor's smile faded slightly upon hearing this. He cast a profound look at Casare and didn't pursue the matter further. He simply glanced at the greeting card and murmured as if talking to himself, "Each has their good qualities... Yeah, the road is long. Let's see how they walk it themselves."

He waved his hand, seemingly losing interest in continuing the discussion, "Speak, what is it?"

Casare breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing this hurdle was temporarily cleared. He hurriedly handed over the docunt in his hand, his expression turning solemn again: "Boss, Minister Robert and Deputy Minister Eberstein have just been here. This is the report they submitted regarding the leftover issues from the previous... Freedom Hunt directive."

Victor took the file and quickly leafed through it, his brows furrowing deeper with each page.

"Rampant private lynching, abusing the na of drug traffickers, massive pressure on the judicial system..." He read the keywords from the report in a low voice, his expression growing increasingly grim.

"Damn!"

Victor cursed, stood up, and walked to the window, looking at the orderly Presidential Palace square below, "To survive at the ti, we had no choice but to let the wolves loose on the hyenas. Now, the hyenas aren't entirely wiped out, but the wolves have tasted blood and can't retract their claws, instead turning on the sheep."

No problem with that statent...

Once ants taste power, they think they're Gods, controlling life and death!

Examples abound without listing them.

He turned around, his eyes sharply fixed on Casare: "What do Robert and Eberstein propose?"

"The two ministers believe it's ti to tighten the reins again, clearly abolishing that vague authorization, fully bringing law enforcent and adjudication under the legal frawork. Otherwise, in the long run, the country won't remain a country, and the governnt's credibility will be utterly lost."

Victor was silent for a mont, slowly nodding.

"We can't continue resting on past laurels, using extraordinary asures to govern a normal country. Tell Robert and Eberstein to draft an official decree, explicitly abolishing all illegal, de facto extrajudicial execution authorizations. Also, have the Departnt of Justice cooperate to select a few cases of egregious misuse of private lynching for public trial and severe sentencing! I want everyone to see that the era has changed! Now, it's the era of the law!"

Back then I had no choice because I was a separatist regi, but now it's different. I'm legitimate, and I don't want anyone doing things that "violate the constitution."

Hey, reford now.

"Yes! Boss!"

Victor added, "Internal restructuring also needs strengthening. The police system, the military—anyone still holding onto that previous lawlessness, thinking they can do whatever they want just because they're with , Victor, let them get lost! Or send them straight to prison!"

"Understood!"

With official business concluded, Casare dared not linger longer and respectfully left the office.

Only when the heavy oak door was closed and he reached the end of the empty corridor did Casare finally breathe out a long, turbid breath, feeling his back sticky.

The earlier question about kids was ntally draining, even more than facing ard criminals.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, steadied himself, and then headed towards his office.

Just after sitting down in his office, before he could catch his breath, his personal phone rang, flashing with the na "Hailier."

Casare unconsciously showed a slight smile, picking up the call.

"Honey, are you off work? I personally cooked tonight, made your favorite red wine-braised beef."

On the other side, Hailier Alves's voice was gentle and sweet, with a French-accented Spanish that carried its own charm.

A warmth spread through Casare's heart, the exhaustion from a busy day and the earlier tension seed to dissipate markedly. "I just finished up, about to leave work. What's got you in such a good mood today?"

"Wanted to surprise you, hurry ho, waiting for you." Hailier laughed playfully as she hung up the phone.

Casare, in a good mood, tidied up his things, gave his secretary a few instructions, and left the Presidential Residence.

His residence wasn't far from the official residence. It's a high-security, luxury apartnt. After parking his car, he walked lightly upstairs.

The servant had already opened the door, waiting.

"Sir, Mada is in the kitchen," the servant said respectfully.

Casare nodded, taking off his coat and handing it to the servant. Slling the aroma of food in the air, he smiled as he walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Hailier Alves was back-to-the-door, focused on the stew pot on the stove. She was wearing a fitted silk loungewear, outlining graceful curves, her golden hair casually pinned up revealing a fair and beautiful neck.

His heart ward, Casare quietly walked over, gently hugging her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

"Hmm... slls delicious," he whispered, unsure if he was referring to the food or the person.

Hailier, startled, then laughed, gently nudging him with her elbow, "Don't ss around, you'll delay my cooking. If the beef overcooks, it won't taste good."