Chapter 65 Chapter 65 If anything happens, it has to happen now...

I feel the need to clarify that I am not a sex-hungry wolf who can't move when seeing beautiful people.

Moreover, the examples given by Amu leave a lot of room for interpretation.

So I cleared my throat and explained everything to him very seriously: "You know, those two Scotts had no choice."

Ah Mu sneered: "What? They're pointing a gun at your temples, and if you don't fuck them, you're going to die?"

"Hiss——" I felt like I was hit hard by a boomerang.

Never mind, I can still make excuses!

"You know what the conditions in the slums are like. I only have to pay for rent and food with my monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and I also have to spend money to smooth things over. I want to live a good life, and the other party is attracted by my honest character. It's natural that he would take advantage of me for sex instead of for love." I put on the appearance of a gentleman.

Seeing that he still looked unconvinced, I continued to reason with him, "Ovila was a police inspector in the slums at the time, and I was accidentally dragged into the rebellion. So, it's normal for me to seek shelter in order to survive, right?"

Amu was shaken.

I continued to explain, "Levin had no choice. You don't know how critical the situation was. It was Onsa... Onsa was the teacher in the no-man's land. Onsa was a psychopath. He was the one who gave Levin the trigger. I had no choice but to survive."

"As for the arms dealer, Kirsty, he had a bad relationship with Olvera, so he attacked me. I work for his company, so I had no choice but to agree to it in order to keep my job."

Amu, who had originally had a gloomy expression, finally couldn't help but soften, but the next second he turned fierce again, "Forget about these, look at how many people you have offended since coming to Shangxing City? I can't even count them on one hand!"

"You only see my glamorous appearance. Do you know that I was locked up in a small dark room and abused?"

Amu choked, "What?"

"You thought I was playing them? Actually, they were playing me! If I hadn't thought about how I'd never met you, and how if I died you'd be completely helpless in the Keya District, would I have worked so hard to climb to my current position?" I started to PUA him, glaring at him with grievance and sadness, pushing him aside. "If you're not careful, they'll kill you. Now that things are better and I've taken you in, you're questioning me."

"You regret it, but I regret it too!"

Amu was at a loss after my accusations. She was no longer angry or upset. She twisted her mouth to try to smile but didn't. Then she started crying for no reason again.

“I didn’t think so much!”

I continued, "And you always use my name to criticize me for ignoring you. Don't you think about the fact that you're using my name outside? And Angsa is a pervert. What if we're in close contact and he finds out about you?"

"I just wanted you to be better, that's why I asked you to go to Keya District to study in my place."

Well, actually, I couldn't help but attack a young man who came to the slums looking for curious news. Later I found out that he was the principal's only son. I was afraid that the principal would kill me if I went to school, so I asked him to go in my place.

It’s hard to say that it’s not the principal’s fault that Amu has had such a hard time at school in recent years.

But I won’t talk about this kind of thing, otherwise he will cry.

Amu stopped crying now and I coaxed him into submission.

Haha, it’s in my control.

But I can't give him a good face easily... Well, if Kanoka doesn't leave, he will make trouble again.

So, with an angry look on my face, I said to him, "So be careful with your words. You must never tell anyone that you're using my name, and you must not reveal our true relationship. Otherwise, we'll both die, and we can't die together. One in Ascending City, the other in the military zone. Do you understand?"

Amu wiped away her tears and agreed with a raised mouth, "I don't need you to tell me, I didn't study for nothing."

Really? But I see you're no different than before.

When I left the room, I saw Kanoka wandering around the villa.

"Why did you come out just now? I'm hungry." Kanoka complained and kicked my calf again.

It's not hard, it's just a different way of acting coquettishly because I can't bring myself to lose face.

Now it was Amu's turn to look at Kanoka with disdain. He gave Kanoka a look, but thinking of my instructions, he resisted the urge to mock him.

But that look was too obvious. Kanoka frowned and scolded him unhappily: "If you are hungry, can't you get something to eat by yourself? Why are you looking at me?"

Amu's mouth twitched, "Oh."

The atmosphere was quite tense, but it wasn't time for a real fight yet, so the escape factor in me started to stir again.

You guys can argue all you want, just don't say anything that'll make me lose my head. You can argue all you want, even if you want to curse me. Anyway, I'm too lazy to move.

At night, after I finally sent Kanoka away, I wandered around the entire villa, pretending to casually observe which corners were equipped with surveillance cameras.

It wouldn't matter if Carter discovered my affair with Amu, but it would be a big deal if the affairs within the organization were discovered.

So far I don’t have the strength to find another place that belongs to me, so I can only make the surroundings as safe as possible.

I looked around but didn't find any hidden cameras.

Using the organization's dedicated communicator, I actually found cameras in the study and the master bedroom.

I stood where the camera could see me, picked up a newspaper and sat down, pretending to watch, but actually thinking of a solution.

Carter is indeed an old fox with a strong desire for control. She is trying her best to dig out my cards.

So what should I do? Fight her directly? Or pretend she's got me?

What leverage do I have over her right now? Isn't it just that I'm a philanderer?

I guess she was also speculating about the authenticity of the relationship between Amu and me, and she might even trace back to the time when Amu took over my account.

Although the slums had exploded and all the information had been destroyed, there was no guarantee that someone of her status might have access to other sources of information.

I have to be careful at school too. I have to talk to Ali and make sure she doesn't find out my real identity. Especially, I can't let her know that I came from the no-man's land.

I suddenly woke up!

Damn it! I just moved into the villa, why am I already thinking about all sorts of things! Bai Wuyong, how could you forget the original intention of enjoying yourself?

At the beginning, you just want to be a salted fish who eats and waits to die!

So I shook my head, belated excitement filling my brain, and started doing a set of messy and disorganized gymnastics in the empty study, then ran excitedly to the kitchen.

It is said that when you are well fed and well clothed, you will think about sex. Now that I have money and power, I should have some delicious food, right?

Anyway, there are only Amu and I in the villa, so it doesn’t matter as long as we are not caught by the surveillance cameras!

At this time, Amu was working hard to cut vegetables and cook. When he heard the noise, he turned around and met my bright eyes, and was startled.

When I got closer, he immediately turned off the fire and leaned against the sink with a red face, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Let me check your body to see if you've lost weight over the past few years." I seriously took out a tape measure, put it around his waist and started measuring. "You have indeed lost weight."

"It's because you don't give me living expenses."

"How dare you, an alpha, ask a beta like me for living expenses?"

"When we left the no-man's land, you said you would give me enough to eat."

I started to get upset. "You followed me just to have a good meal? I thought you liked me."

Having his mind poked open, Amu lost his temper and said, "You already know this and you're still messing around out there! I won't let you do it anymore!"

After cursing angrily, he wanted to push me.

But no matter how hard I pushed, I just didn't have the strength, and somehow he put my hand on his waist.

Damn it, sleeping with educated alpha men like you is troublesome.

I slapped his hand away, which was trying to cover up something, and prepared to make fried rice with him.

"You're doing it right here, do you have any shame?" He started cursing again.

With a gentle smile, I lifted my apron and stuffed it into his mouth, "Bite it, I don't like to hear you talk."

Amu had no choice but to support the sink with his hands behind his back, holding an apron in his mouth and looking at me with lowered eyebrows.

"Be gentle..." he said vaguely, "I haven't been with you for a long time..."

I dealt with him casually and was about to take action when I felt something was wrong.

Awkward, quite embarrassing.

When Ali appeared in my peripheral vision, I felt like I was going into a state of brain shrinkage.

This moment is just like that moment.

"They have something to tell you." Ali looked at me with clear and stupid eyes, as if she didn't see the legs hanging around my waist, and the open window behind her told me how she came.

"Is there something you have to say right now?" I said expressionlessly.

A Mu put on his pants with a red face, and even thought that I was the one who called Ali over, so he glared at me fiercely and ran out of the kitchen in a hurry.

Ali: "But they really have something to do."

Me: "That's not important. What's important is whether you really have to climb through the window? Is there a more decent way that won't catch people off guard? Like using the toilet or something like that."

Ali actually thought about this question seriously, and thought about it for a full five seconds before answering me seriously: "No, it's too small to get in."

"...You." My anger disappeared, and instead I patted Ali's shoulder with concern. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I was just joking. Don't really put it into practice. I was so scared that you would actually die by accident."

Ali suddenly narrowed her eyes at me and said, "Can you return the 10,100 yuan to me?"

"Next time, for sure." I gave him a thumbs-up and changed the subject: "What do they want from me?"

Ali, whose mind is simple, was immediately distracted by me and said, "They asked me to bring you news about the rival candidate who entered the Senate race on the 15th."

I have as many as ten competitors, and each of them has certain qualifications and political achievements.

Compared to them, my disadvantages were obvious. Coming from a lower class background and lacking education, I didn't meet the aesthetic standards of the people in the upper city.

But my advantages are also obvious. Now that we have to admit that the Kyrgyz region has the right to vote, I am simply a politician tailor-made for the Kyrgyz region.

"Are you saying that my competitors are planning to pull me down in just a few days?"

Ali nodded, pulling a large sheet of paper from her pocket and unfolding it, "Yeah, they said you would say that."

Looking at her like this, I sighed deeply, "Ali, if you really can't do it, you should study hard. If you continue like this, you will regress."

Ali didn't understand what he meant, so she held the note and continued, "Don't worry about most of your competitors. Cutler will help you deal with them. But there are a few that Cutler won't be able to help."

"Tiwen Jane, behind him is jury member Paffir Londo." Ali said.

I frowned. The Jane family couldn't get their hands on Cutler, so they had to resort to another member of the jury.

The Rondo family can be considered a professional jury family, with as many as three jury foremen. If Carter had not intervened this time, the position of jury foremen would have fallen into the hands of the Rondo family again.

During my brief time working at the court, I enjoyed reading various reports and cases. I learned that the Rondo family was completely pro-presidential (meaning they supported whoever was president). While the current president was pleased with the Rondos' loyalty to the "president," she trusted Carter, who had followed her into office, the most. Therefore, the leadership of the group fell to Carter.

While it's unfortunate that he didn't endear himself to the current president, Rondo's years of entrenched influence and solid foundation made it easy for him to place a young alpha on the jury. He didn't even need to rally support within the jury like Cutler and Dutalia did; after all, his pro-presidential reputation was there, and the president wouldn't lose a capable aide over a minor incident.

When the president was still president, Rondo was well-behaved and obedient.

Since the position of leader was appointed by the President, Carter preferred to deal with Dutalia rather than Rondo. Firstly, a head-on confrontation would be a thankless task and would likely result in both parties suffering losses. Secondly, Rondo was powerful and influential, and a professional jury member. Killing Paffir Rondo would not only fail to defeat him, but would also annoy the President and invite retaliation.

It would be more convenient to kill Dutalia.

Carter's anxious planning for Kathena stemmed from his fear of Rondo. It's said that when a person dies, so does the government. If Carter's defense failed, Rondo would have killed Kathena, a powerless entity. Even if the president deeply regretted losing such a valuable talent, he would have appointed Pafil Rondo as the leader because of the Rondo family's loyalty.

"Can it be assassinated?" I asked.

Ali shook her head regretfully, "The defense is very tight, and assassination is impossible."

It's understandable that he was able to enter the fiercely competitive jury and was still feared by Cutler. It would be strange if he could be assassinated easily.

"From what they said, it seems that as long as I get rid of Tiwen, the other two competitors who are not as good as Tiwen will naturally be useless?"

"Yes, the remaining two are backup options for Paffir Londo."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Then Tiwen's situation isn't good either. There are a lot of people watching him."

After laughing, I asked Ali, "What do they want me to do?"

Ali said shockingly: "They said you can play freely, and it's okay to fuck Rondo. They will provide props."

"What kind of image do they have of me?" I yelled, breaking down.

After mumbling nonsense and pointing at the air, I exhaled and said, "What's Paffir Londo's personality like? Is negotiation possible? Tiwen and I aren't in absolute competition, we're just vying for seats. I can sit a little closer, and Tiwen can use her connections to get a seat a little further back. Isn't that possible?"

"So they let you do what you want," Ali said. "As for the negotiations, do you have anything to offer in exchange?"

This really stumps me.

I'm just a nobody from another place, at best the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family. What could there be in me that he would be interested in?