Cuauhtémoc nodded and got into the car.
He finally understood the saying, "The rise and fall, honor and disgrace, rest on one person!"
He leaned back in his seat, "Gómez~"
The new secretary sitting in the passenger seat quickly turned his head, wearing glasses, young and alert.
"When we get back, check to see if there are any reliable imperial titles in ancient Mexico. If not, look throughout Latin America."
"??? Sir, do you want to study history?"
Cuauhtémoc did not answer him, his gaze through the window looking off into the distance.
He would just use the honorific title "Mr. Victor" when necessary!
If he was to be Emperor, he had to "invite" himself; this die-hard lackey was determined to do so!
Nobody could stop him, not even Jesus coming down would be first!
No, there was another opponent.
Casare Gonzalez!
That guy's ass-kissing skills were impeccable; he had to surpass him when it mattered.
"Achoo!"
In Tijuana, at the Security Department building.
