Jose sat in the highest-level armored car, observing the motorcade that almost completely sealed the vehicle from the outside.
Starting today, he was to move to a vacation villa in the suburbs of the Capital City.
In the past two days, things had escalated beyond his expectations.
Alvin Clegg thought to himself, after all, he was not the ideal successor in the eyes of many.
He had too many schemes, too ruthless methods.
If he ascended to the throne, he would inevitably take drastic measures to cut down the military's power.
Victoria's mother was a balancer, innately capable of balancing the forces of all sides with her aura and talent. With her presence, even if there were undercurrents among the different social strata, a balance could still be maintained.
But if Prince Alvin became the monarch,
There would likely be no more such peaceful days.
Jose was someone who could not tolerate even a speck of sand in his eye.
