"When will you give me people?" the prince asked impatiently.
"Hold on, I still need to make some arrangements," Lewis Marshall was already preparing to leave.
"You..." the prince hesitated, "You're not going to run away, are you?"
Lewis Marshall showed a rather exaggerated expression.
"Run away? Where would I run to? Your Highness, you're getting more humorous by the day," he said sarcastically.
The prince could only sigh, "Alright, hurry up, the inauguration speech is about to start... we're running out of time. Vincent Jasper Charles must be vigorously pushing for the republic; once he announces it, it will be too late."
"Don't worry, it will be done before his announcement at the latest," replied Lewis Marshall nonchalantly.
He was always like this.
No one could see through what he was thinking.
If an outsider tried to see through him, he would release that icy aura like King Yama himself.
No exceptions for anyone.
