boyutpedia Chapter 36 Li Wei was very unhappy that his time had been wasted.
Chapter 36 Li Wei was very unhappy that his time had been wasted.
"That bitch must be insane! How dare she hang up on me!"
Harvey Rogers cursed and threw his phone on the floor, smashing it to pieces.
"Darling, I told you long ago that Tessa Hamilton is unreliable, you really should..."
"Snapped!"
Harvey slapped his lover and personal secretary to the ground.
"I told you! I don't like it when you question me! Get out now! I don't want to see you, you annoying bitch!"
"Okay... honey. Do you... do you need me to make you a cup of coffee?"
The lover covered her face, stood up, and put on a fawning smile.
"roll!"
Rogers, in a foul mood, roared.
After his lover left, Rogers slumped into a chair in his study, rubbing his temples with a headache.
He began to urgently calculate how much working capital he could still use.
There is about 2.3 million left in my personal account, but this is this year's "political donations" and cannot be touched.
There's a little over ten million in the offshore account, but that slut Tessa Hamilton controls it. She can't withdraw it without her consent. But since she dared to hang up, she'll definitely take steps to ensure no one can access the money…
The remaining three properties, as well as the watches, artworks, and antiques that came to him as "gifts"... it would take time to liquidate these things, and they were too conspicuous and could easily attract the IRS.
"Oh shit!"
Harvey kicked the mahogany desk in anger, because he only now realized that without Tessa Hamilton, he had instantly become a "poor man".
Finally, he got up and went to the broken phone, bent down and rummaged through the pile of parts to find the SIM card.
Clutching the SIM card he used specifically for contacting "secret matters," he rummaged through his desk and pulled out an old cell phone, inserted it, and dialed a number.
After nearly forty seconds of busy signal, the call was finally answered.
"I don't care who you are, but please look at the time. I hope you have a good enough reason, or I'll be very unhappy."
Harvey's lips twitched for a moment, but surprisingly he offered an explanation instead of immediately launching into a tirade.
"Mr. Khadgar Portfield, I don't think you're so forgetful as to not remember my voice and number, are you?"
Why should I remember your voice and number? If that's all you have to say, I suggest you find a way to leave America as soon as possible, otherwise things will get very unpleasant between us.
Khadgar's voice was full of impatience, even carrying an almost explicit threat.
This time, Harvey couldn't hold back any longer.
"Stop playing dumb with me, you bastard! I'm Harvey Rogers! I gave you what you wanted! And now what about what you promised me?! Forget about being governor, I'm about to lose even my mayoral position! Money! Give me money! How am I supposed to run for office without money?!"
"snort!"
A cold laugh came from the receiver.
"Mr. Harvey Rogers, if my memory serves me correctly, you should still be the mayor of Miami for the time being."
"As a fellow government official, I don't know where you got my phone number. But I must remind you that your remarks, which sound like 'private deals,' seem illegal. Out of personal courtesy, I am willing to temporarily refrain from suing you for defamation."
"However, I want you to understand two things."
"First, I am well-mannered, but I lack patience, so please stop harassing me like this."
"Second, if you have committed any illegal acts that involve national security, as the CIA director, I will have no choice but to investigate you."
"Finally, here's a piece of advice: if you've really broken the law, I suggest you turn yourself in. As for whether to go to the local police station or the FBI, that's up to you."
Harvey was so angry that he wanted to smash a second phone on the spot.
However, once he raised his hand, he gripped his phone tightly.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and put the phone back to his ear.
He had to "remind" Khadgar that he had used his power to facilitate his "assassination plan" and turned a blind eye to his "illegal fundraising" in Miami.
Now you want to kick him away?
impossible!
However, as soon as the phone's earpiece was brought close to his ear, all he heard was... a busy signal.
"Damn it! Khadgar! We'll see!"
Harvey smashed his phone, then went back to his desk and turned on his computer.
This contains all the evidence he possesses.
His phone recordings with Khadgar, financial information about several gangs controlled by Khadgar, and most decisive evidence—Claude Rains' "confession video."
He paid Claude two million to have him record this when Claude arrived.
Claude not only detailed his "assassination plan," but also presented evidence in the video that pointed directly to Khadgar.
It's not as simple as a recording or a photograph; it's a complete chain of evidence.
Now that Harvey has these things under his control, he decides to give Khadgar one last chance.
Should we lend him a hand at this crucial moment, or should we embrace this "bomb" and perish together, leaving that bastard to choose?
However, just as he finished packing everything and sent it to Khadgar via email, his computer crashed.
The next moment, his usual cell phone rang briefly.
Thank you, and I wish you a good night's sleep.
It was a short message, and that was all.
The caller ID showed an unknown number, but Harvey could never forget that string of numbers.
Or, to be more precise, the owner of that string of numbers.
Khadgar Portfield.
Harvey was stunned.
He glanced at the text message, which even included a "smiling emoji," and then at his computer screen, which was now displaying a blue screen.
It took him a full five minutes to accept reality.
He was tricked by Khadgar Portfield!
From the very beginning, those promises, and even that evidence, were just a facade by Khadgar to reassure him to "get things done with peace of mind"!
From beginning to end... he was never able to find any fault with Khadgar.
At that moment, Harvey Rogers, privately known as the "Tyrant of Miami," opened the hidden compartment of his desk with a slight tremor.
There's a Colt "Python" inside, which is hailed as the "Rolls-Royce of revolvers."
Harvey left it there partly "just in case," but more so to "show off his taste."
Now, he has decided to use this gun to... send himself off.
However, that once proud, icy touch now felt like a needle, causing him to pull his hand back the instant he gripped the gun handle.
He didn't want to live in humiliation, but he also dared not die.
He stared blankly at the beautiful silver gun barrel.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
In the end, he still reached out his hand, his fingers trembling.
After gripping the gun handle, he began to take deep breaths, mentally preparing himself.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Clearly, it takes courage to "take one's own life by shooting oneself."
But as time went by, that courage not only did not grow, but gradually faded away.
Harvey began to hesitate.
He felt he should respect life, especially when it belonged to him.
But some people were getting impatient.
"Grip the gun, raise it, aim it at your temple, and pull the trigger."
"It's a very simple 'operating procedure,' isn't it?"
"I really don't understand what you're doing going back and forth there."
"Dude, you're rudely wasting my time, do you understand?"
Harvey finally raised his gun, but the muzzle wasn't pointed at himself, but at the man who had appeared at the door at some unknown time.
He was wearing a bespoke Italian suit, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe of the study, looking impatient.
"Who are you! How dare you trespass into my house! Do you know who I am?!"
Harvey roared, his eyes bloodshot.
The other person was facing the gun barrel, yet was much more relaxed than he, the one holding the gun.
"I know, Harvey Rogers, the mayor of Miami."
"I came here to find you."
Harvey felt a chill run down his spine at the other person's words.
A killer sent to silence them?
who is it!
That bastard Khadgar Portfield?
Or is it that bitch Tessa Hamilton?
Just as Harvey was about to point his gun at the other man and threaten him to reveal his employer and personal identity, the other man surprisingly took the initiative to identify himself.
"As for me?"
My name is Li Wei.