Working as a police officer in Mexico Chapter 618 - 369: The "Upper-class" Society at the Dining T

He launched the "Drug Ban Conference" because he hoped to find so sympathetic people to lend him so money.

With a large family and business, his expenses were even greater.

Diane Rodham listened with a smile on her face as they "divided" the food, ensuring these people were well-fed so they could support her in the upcoming election.

Campaign funds were no small expense.

After everyone had spoken, she turned to the man beside her, smiling and said, "Jeffrey, thank you for the hospitality today, what do you want?"

His long face broke into a smile... which seed unexpectedly honest.

"No need, no need, we are friends, it's normal to help you out, oh, and there's sothing I need your help with."

"I've bought a small island and hope you'll have the ti to co and visit."

Diane Rodham laughed heartily, patting the long face on his hand, "That's certainly no problem."

"Let's have the celebration for the newly elected President on your island," soone from the Klang Family suggested from the side.

Jeffrey's eyes lit up, "Of course, there's no problem, I'll prepare the best party for you!"

They all seed to already know who the next President would be...

Indeed...

In such a place, the so-called party conflict was nothing more than a struggle between two major groups, and the mistakes of Old Bush in office were sure to be magnified indefinitely.

If needed...

He could be 'the worst President' as elected by the newspapers.

The night ended in a harmonious atmosphere of mutual flattery.

After everyone had dispersed.

Diane Rodham sat quietly in her chair, sipping red wine.

Just as she was lost in thought, a deep voice rang out, "Drinking wine alone isn't a great habit."

She looked up to see a middle-aged man smiling and walking towards her.

"Foster!" Diane Rodham was clearly delighted to see him, "What brings you here..."

"I knew you had a dinner party tonight, and I was worried you'd drink too much, so I ca to take you ho. I wouldn't want soone to end up hugging the toilet like in the law firm after getting drunk."

"How could that happen!"

Diane Rodham looked at him, a glint of sothing unusual flickering in her heart.

This old partner from Rose Law Firm always seed so steady, considerate, and... gave her a sense of security.

"Let's go, don't catch a cold." Foster draped a coat over her shoulders and naturally took her hand, leading her outside.

The secretary at the door was taken aback to see the two of them leaving together and then quickly bowed her head, pretending not to see.

Of course!

There must be a secret affair between the two.

No wonder the tabloids said that Diane Rodham's daughter was looking more and more like Foster.

They were playing the ga for real!

As the two of them got into the car together, they were completely unaware...

That not far away, a pair of eyes and a cara lens were quietly trained on them.

"Did you et Victor in xico? How was it?" Foster asked as he drove, "What kind of a man is he?"

"A savage!"

Diane Rodham sneered with disdain, "He has no manners whatsoever!"

"Isn't that what makes him the most frightening?"

His words left her speechless, and she had to admit that what he said was true.

She leaned back slightly.

Unbidden, the sights and sounds of xico ca to mind.

Suddenly...

The figure of a bold, chubby man barged into her thoughts, the guy who had touched her face in front of everyone.

What was his na?

It seed to be...

Casare Gonzalez?

A lackey who followed behind Victor.

"I want to see your daughter," Foster suddenly said.

Diane Rodham glanced at him.

"It's not ti yet..."

The inside of the car fell silent.

The scenery outside slipped by...

Neither knew what the other was thinking.

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