The next day, Jeremiah left Sknd early again.


    Every day in Betrico was so jam-packed for him that he wished he could extend the hours. When he wasn’t spending time with Yvette, he was handling various military tasks. In a week, he would be responsible for the security throughout the Yhaun Prime Minister’s visit to the country.


    Even if he didn’t like them, when visiting a great nation, they were still guests. A lot of coordination needed to be prepared properly.


    The First Military District under Jeremiah’smand was ssified as top secret. Even reaching the outskirts required rigorous checks.


    Emmett observed as a few people came into the conference room, his eyes settling on the man in the front row.


    He was a bit surprised, wondering, “Why has Clifforde here personally?”


    Emmett approached with respect. “Mr. Clifford Chavez. deputymander Tim.”


    Besides the two of them, some officials also came along. Thanks to Clifford’s influence, they got ess to the First Military District. Otherwise, it would have been difficult given their ranks.


    Clifford wore a ck suit that looked quite in.


    But in reality, all his clothes were custom-made by a fashionpany owned by Aurora, impossible to find anywhere else.


    Since his job required him to face international media daily, his attire represented national dignity, so he paid close attention to it.


    Tim was better off in military uniform, though the stars on his shoulders were hard to overlook.


    Clifford gave a slight nod. He sized up Emmett and frowned, “Why do you look so thin? Isn’t Jeremiah feeding you?” Tim and a few others behind him twitched their mouths, awkwardly turning their heads. They thought, ‘Only Clifford dare to say something like that. After all, he’s Jeremiah’s father’


    Emmett exined seriously to Clifford, “No. Mr. Jeremiah Chavez always tells me to eat more. I eat quite a lot.”


    Clifford snorted without saying anything Jeremiah’s temper was terrible, yet his subordinates were extremely loyal to him.


    Tim remarked, “Where’s Mr. Jeremiah Chavez? I heard there was an ident at the bridgest night, and he was busy at the scene until dawn.”


    The people behind him also chimed in, “Yeah. I also heard about it. Luckily, Jeremiah was in charge, or the loss would’ve been much greater.”


    “Mr. Jeremiah Chavez handled the crisis calmly. He’s amazing. Yesterday, he quickly organized medical help from three military districts. His decisiveness is truly impressive.”


    “Exactly, if my son were half as outstanding as Mr. Jeremiah Chavez, I’d be thrilled.”


    Speaking of the car ident at the bridge yesterday, thanks to Jeremiah being in charge, there were hardly any injuries. This event hit the news early this morning, and Jeremiah was specifically praised by the top officials.


    Many people in Betrico were envious of Clifford for having such a talented son like Jeremiah. Because they found their own sons really hopeless whenpared to Jeremiah


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    Clillond heard about the situation early in the morning. He had a small, sinug smile but purpose/ he heard Tim speak. “What’s there tomend? It’s just what he should be doing.”


    kept a straight face when


    The group exchanged nces. They all thought Clifford was modest while didn’t understand his dismissive expression


    After Clifford and Tim took their seats, the conference room doors swung open when the clock struck nine.


    Jeremiah walked in, wearing the same military uniform as Tim. Everyone nced around, noticing the significant difference between the two. Even in his uniform, Jeremiah walked with the elegance of a runway model.


    Tim noticed it too and awkwardly cleared his throat. His face fell. He felt unfairly targeted and so wronged. He was quite the looker when he was young, but now in his old age, he was really taking a blow.


    Jeremiah’s dark eyes scanned the room, eventuallynding on Clifford. He paused for a few seconds. Then, he quietly shifted his gaze away.


    He walked in with his military boots, heading straight for the main seat. In the First Military District, only Jeremiah could ever sit in that position


    Jeremiah didn’t show much expression as he calmly said, “Let’s begin.”


    Everyone present was familiar with Jeremiah’s approach. He never liked wasting words.


    Emmett stood to the side, took out aptop, and added hisments. “Everyone, the focus of today’s meeting is the visit of Ybau’s Prime Minister to Clusia. Reliable sources indicate that Prime Minister Kyle is visiting not just for trade agreements. They’re bringing a few people along, and their intentions might be unfriendly.”


    Emmett seemed indifferent. He thought, ‘It’s not necessary to maintain appearances just to be polite to this group if Mr. Chavez didn’t say so. How dare they bring people to cause trouble! They’re courting death!”


    Clifford’s expression turned serious. His voice became colder, matching his disdain. The younger generation might not hold that deep national and personal grudges. But the generation of Clifford had lived through those difficult years. They had battled through blood and tears to secure absolute influence on the global stage today.


    He asked, “Is the information urate? Who is apanying Kyle? A few years ago, they used their visit as an excuse to engage in exchanges with Betrico University. It looks like the same old tricks.”


    Tim scoffed loudly with a soldier’s bravado and a booming voice, “Are these guys from Ybau bored or something? Back in the day, we didn’t have this much drama!”


    Everyone else was already used to this kind of thing.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    Competitions between nations weren’t just about military power. Technology and talent were crucial too.


    One of the moreposed men spoke up. “Sir, it is quite tricky


    The others were frowning too, all aware of how tough this issue was.


    It was an “exchange” match they simply couldn’t afford to lose. Under the guise of cultural exchange, if Ybau won, they’d probably brag about it all over the world.


    Ybau came prepared, leaving them to react passively as they went.


    Jeremiah’s fingers tapped lightly on the conference table, each joint distinctly outlined. He raised his eyes. A chilling glint was terrifying in his gaze as his features grew colder. “With Kylees Kaiden, who is skilled in kendo, along with the chess expert, Robin.”


    The people present were momentarily stunned. They wondered. Did Jeremiah even find this out? If Ybau intended to keep these two men’s information hidden, it should be ssified, not easily uncovered. Unless Jeremiah’s influence was really huge. They knew fereqiah wasn’t one to make things up. If he said it, it must be true.


    The meetingsted for a full hour.


    After the meeting. Tim and the others wisely left on their own, leaving the space for Jeremiah and Clifford Emmett was also there.


    Clifford took a sip of his coffee and looked at Jeremiah. He wondered, ‘Howe this brat keep getting more handsome? It’s odd.


    Jeremiah’s eyes, dark and deep like a freezing pond, nced at him. Clifford was only serious at work. But for the rest of the time, his thinking was just on a totally different wavelength from everyone else.


    Clifford asked, “When are you going to bring your wife home so I can meet her?”


    Jeremiah spoke slowly, “Tonight.”


    Clifford was overjoyed inside, thinking. A lovely daughter-inw is much betterpany than this brat. But he kept a stern face and waved his hand like he didn’t care.


    Emmett, standing to the side, thinking, Jeremiah’s acting is nowhere near the Clifford’s level.