Chapter 1233

Eugene looked up sharply, the deadly light in his eyes suddenly

rekindled, "Could it be, Mr. Robertson, that you already have a

solution?"

No wonder, for once, Otis didn't go berserk like he used to, smashing

things and venting his anger.

Otis sneered again, "Of course, otherwise, would you and I be sitting

here right now?"

Eugene moved forward on his knees and took two steps, "Mr.

Robertson , I will do whatever you tell me to do, whenever you tell me

to do it."

Otis stroked his chin and spoke in a cold tone, "Charlotte was beaten

into a cripple. This kind of scum, just find a chance to send her to hell.

She's useless anyway. Death is actually cheaper for her to live and

suffer, Joyce is a good idea. Unfortunately, I need Charlotte to die.

Before all her crimes are made known to the public, get her killed.”

“Yes, Mr. Robertson. I'll get on it immediately.” Eugene immediately

agreed that the matter was not difficult. As far as he knew, Charlotte

was currently in the hospital. It would be easy to do and leave no trace.

"Wait a minute. There's no rush." Otis raised his hand and looked at his

gold watch, "The time is almost up, take me to the President House,

the appointment is made, it's time to talk officially today.”

Eugene was stunned, and at first thought he had heard wrong.

President House?

Mr. Robertson is going to the President House?

"You heard me right. President house." Otis stood up, he walked over

to the mirror, picked up a comb and carefully combed his hair all the

way back neatly until it was meticulous.

Then, he changed into a dark green formal military dress, deliberately

in front of his chest, pinning the badge all over.

He looked in the mirror with satisfaction, his perfect image.

"Mr. Robertson , the president has recognized your military authority?"

Eugene asked cautiously. At the moment Ralph was still under their

control, besides being able to hold the emperor's power, he could also

deter the outside world.

If even the president is on Otis’ side.

Is it not?

Pascaylia President Euan Stevens, not much older than Otis, is also a

politically ambitious man. Could it be that Otis and Euan have come to

some kind of agreement?

"Oh. Euan, he has what he wants, and I have what I want. It's just as

well, we each get what we want." Otis’ lips curled up in a sinister, evil

smile.

Eugene rushed forward to put Otis's coat on.

"Mr. Robertson, I will send you now."

"Hmm." Otis strides out of the command room.

On the way, the bustling night scene from the car window hurriedly

skipped.

Otis looked out the window with a deeper and deeper frown. Although,

this is not the best ending. After all, Cecelia had escaped his grasp. He

failed to reach his ambitious goal of taking over the military completely.

Predictably, Cecelia and Joyce had recalled Ralph's direct line.

Occupying half of the men, they already had enough to fight him.

But he was no slouch either, pulling the president's strings and

recognizing his existing military power.

From now on.

The military would just be divided and conquered.

Half of the world was still in his hands.

As for the lost half of the kingdom, sooner or later he will get it back,

including Joyce, all in his pocket!