Only the sound of breathing echoed in the brilliantly lit restaurant.
The sudden bad news took everyone by surprise, crushing their dreams like bubbles, and the cold, harsh reality weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
After a long time, Colin asked uneasily, "How did Governor Lattom...die?"
"Natural death." Governor Crete squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, his face full of concealed shock and anger.
Obviously, none of those present believed this answer.
How could Governor Lattom happen to die at such a crucial time?
It seemed that Prince Lexie's party had lost their patience and resorted to the most drastic measures, eliminating the biggest obstacle to the declaration of war.
"Following Governor Lattom, who should be the next chairperson?" Scholar Doan asked solemnly.
"Emoson St. Prowse." Crete answered with a serious expression.
Colin's heart also sank to the bottom.
