CHAPTER EIGHTY

Bernard silently observed the individual who had entered his office, examining him from head to toe.

He was an ordinary man. Comment in Bernard's mind. 

Yes, I can use him in my propaganda to advance my goal. He secretly smiled at his plan.

He no longer worries about his business because he knows his subordinates are taking care of it.

Until now, they still haven't caught the one who's sabotaging my illegal businesses in the black market. 

The man stood quietly, occasionally glancing at him, seemingly shy.

"G --- Good morning, sir." He greeted him.

"Sit down…" That's all he said.

He nodded and sat down in front of him. He looked at his background again. He wants to work as a gardener in his mansion.

He didn't see anything that would tarnish his dignity, and he knew he had no rivals—so he could easily deal with anyone who opposed him.

"So, what's your name again?" he asked. He looked at him intently.

"Rolando Gracias, sir." He answered politely.

"Okay, I have no more questions for you; you passed our background check regarding your character. You can also stay in my mansion; I'm not too strict with the people here." He smiled at him.

"In fact, I help my people live with dignity here. Don't worry about your day off, sick leave, or the benefits you will receive here, as long as you haven't violated any rules in my mansion." He stared at him.

It seemed like a goat that couldn't keep up with his gaze, just nodding repeatedly.

He even tapped him on the shoulder.

"We've hired you," he said. Bernard said this while smiling at his new gardener.

The joy and relief were evident on his face.

"Thank you very much; I will also be able to help my family." He bowed down to him. 

He kept thanking him repeatedly. In his mansion, he is the one in charge; he is the god that his subordinates must follow. So it was right for the person in front of him to worship him repeatedly.

"You may take your rest so you have strength for tomorrow." He said. He needs to beautify and perfume his name.

He needs to be an angel to his constituents so that the people will love him even more.

"Alright, thank you very much, Don Bernard." He said.

He must seem humble to the person standing in front of him now. "Oh no, just call me Sir Bernard, not Don." He even laughed then to make the person in front of him feel more comfortable.

He nodded. "Thank you very much, thank you very much. I will take my leave now." He immediately walked away. Before it could leave, it bowed to him.

He immediately turned the doorknob in front of him and carefully closed the door to his room.

He just sighed. He retrieved the hand sanitizer from his desk.

Thereafter, he returned to his work; it's his campaign period now, and he is just waiting for his campaign partner.

He ran for governor, a high position; once you're in a high position, you can do what you want.

Bernard served as a mayor for three years in the province where he is now, but it was tarnished when his first wife, Bella, died and his second wife, who had Roman blood, passed away.

He almost went to jail when his second wife died because they both had high standards and also because the Blanco family, a veteran journalist and friend of his wife, found a way to accuse him.

However, he was forced to battle from a hidden position. He killed the two journalist couples, and he also killed the judges handling his case, and he manipulated them to render them ineffective.

He thought the two sides had quieted down, but they were waiting for the chance to strike him.

He wouldn't let it succeed.

You will not defeat me; I hope you maintain your silence to prevent further innocent families from becoming entangled in our conflict. I will show you again what it means to be a Fuego.  He stood up from his chair.

He stepped out of his room, walking around his large mansion, surrounded by beautiful flowers and stunning views that captivated his eyes.

Everyone who saw him immediately showed respect for the small palace he had built.

He saw Giovane; he had already gone home. 

"Dad." Immediately, he started asking her.

"Yeah? Take a rest first; you need to be in top shape later." He said and patted his child.

He nodded and passed by him; Alexander was no longer there because he had given him an errand. He saw his maid busily cleaning every corner of his mansion.

Perfect. He thought to himself.

My life is peaceful now. No one opposes me anymore, because I will personally take them down if they cause trouble, even if they are my children.  He thought to himself.

He is waiting to get his two teenage daughters back because they know his secrets. He needs to get his hands on it so he can silence it quickly.

He is thinking about the knowledge that his daughters possess, which could be used against him. He will not allow it, and he cannot show pity to her. His actions towards Ellese and Felisa mirror his previous actions. 

He smiled at what he was thinking now. No one can destroy the foundation, wealth, and luxury he has nurtured; he has it all.

Even if your blood spills on my hands, I will not back down. I will do it.