"Sooner or later, you two will ruin this family!" Phillips Cameron said angrily to his wife, his face darkening as he walked inside the house; he needed to figure out how to keep the Governor from getting too angry.
His wife showed a smug smile behind him.
She was absolutely sure of herself.
She understood that if her husband weren't so responsible or were the kind of man with a bad temper who could abandon her at any time, she would never dare to be so temperamental.
It was because he was too good to her.
But as soon as she walked into the living room, the phone on the coffee table rang.
Phillips Cameron picked up the phone, "Hello."
"Good evening, Director~" came a very gentle male voice from the other end.
"Who are you?"
"Ebel Bablin, oh, perhaps you've never heard of me, but I'm currently working for the Medellin Cartel."
"Son of a bitch drug trafficker!" Phillips Cameron cursed loudly and was about to hang up.