After the divorce, I started to transfer

In the hotel room, after an hour of hard work, the two finally completed their mission. Chen Feng rested briefly before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Not long after, Luna followed him in, looking very energetic, which made Chen Feng admire her. Of all the women he had ever known, without a doubt, she had the best physical strength.

"Can I join you?" Luna asked Chen Feng with a smile. Despite the question, she immediately lifted her slender foot high and stepped into the bathtub. Could Chen Feng refuse? The two lay down together in the tub.

"I feel like these past few days have been the happiest and most blissful days of my life, spent with you. I feel like the previous twenty-two years have all been wasted." Luna leaned against Chen Feng's chest, looking quite emotional.

Chen Feng replied in a cooperative tone, "I've been very happy to be with you these past two days. So, there's nothing wrong with us being together. If possible, I'd like to be with you for a long time. However, I'll say it again: if you don't feel very confident about this kind of cross-border relationship, or if you find someone you like better in the future, please tell me in advance, and we can break up peacefully and amicably."

"Oh dear, don't say things like that anymore." Luna said coquettishly, then added, "I'm absolutely not going to break up with you now. At worst, I'll move to Dragon Country and live with you."

Luna wasn't lying; she genuinely had thought about it. Chen Feng was incredibly wealthy, and even a fool would know what to choose: cling tightly to this big spender. She believed that if she missed this opportunity, she wouldn't have another chance like it.

Chen Feng asked with a smile, "So how will you realize your supermodel dream?"

Luna retorted, "Can't I realize my dream of becoming a model and star in China?"

Chen Feng, in a very straightforward manner, said, "Compared to China, realizing your supermodel dream is definitely much more difficult than in Los Angeles. Of course, on the other hand, if you really plan to come to China and live with me in Xiuzhou, I'm willing to further support your modeling dream. As long as you have enough resources, and your publicity and promotion are in place, becoming a supermodel might not be that difficult."

"Now that you mention it, I'm eager to go live with you in China. But you're right, it would be very difficult for me to develop my modeling career there. First, there's the language barrier, and second, there probably isn't a stage or resources as big as here. Also, you have a girlfriend and other lovers in China, so if I went there, you might not be as welcoming."

Chen Feng quickly denied it, saying, "How could that be? If I didn't like you, I wouldn't have been spending every day with you these past two days. If you were to come to Xiuzhou and live with me, I would definitely welcome you."

Chen Feng was telling the truth, but he was still somewhat conflicted. The reason was simple: he had quite a few women in Xiuzhou, and with them all concentrated in one place, he felt he couldn't handle it all. But if he kept Luna here in Los Angeles for so long, only seeing her a few times a year, it would definitely affect their relationship. Even worse, he worried that Luna might not be able to stay faithful and might cheat on him. Even if he wouldn't be truly heartbroken, he would still feel very uneasy.

Therefore, Chen Feng still needs to try a little harder, but it also depends on Luna's own choice.

Luna thought about it seriously for a while before shaking her head helplessly and saying, "Let's forget about it for now. I'm still young, and I want to work hard in Los Angeles to make a name for myself. If I can become famous, I'll have more freedom. In other words, I can become famous here first, become a supermodel, and then go to China to continue my career and live with you. Of course, if you can't come to Meilijia often, I'll go to China to find you if I can't resist."

Chen Feng didn't insist any further, and said in a very tolerant manner, "Okay, I support your decision. Anyway, in the future, whether you stay in Los Angeles or want to come to China, I will support you. And don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who gets bored easily. As time goes by, if we get to know each other better, our feelings will only deepen, not the other way around. Of course, the premise is that you have to be able to withstand the test of time and distance."

Chen Feng's actions could be considered a form of PUA. However, what he said was also true. As long as she was genuinely willing to follow him, not betray him, and could endure the torment of longing and separation in the early stages, Chen Feng would definitely not treat her badly in the future.

Besides, Chen Feng hasn't treated her badly; he's even planning to let her live in the villa estate Moore gave him. If she's willing to have a child for him in the future, Chen Feng might even transfer the villa, worth over one hundred million US dollars, directly to their child's name.

Of course, Chen Feng wouldn't force her to do something like this. He'd let things take their natural course and see what she wanted.

“Darling, I’m mentally prepared. I anticipate that being separated from you after you leave for home will be a huge challenge for me, and I’ll miss you terribly and want to be with you. But I think that with your support, comfort, and encouragement, I can definitely persevere. If I really can’t make it here, I’ll go to China to find you.”

Luna spoke with a hint of seriousness, and Chen Feng sensed that she would indeed experience the hardships of a long-distance relationship, feeling a little guilty. He said, "Don't worry, I'll have my friend and your company's boss do their best to promote you and make you famous. Once you become a supermodel, you'll have a lot more freedom. You can bring most of your business to China, and then we'll have more opportunities to meet."

Luna was delighted to hear this, turned around and kissed him on the cheek, saying, "Then I won't stand on ceremony. If I can become famous sooner, I can also do as you said and move most of my business to China sooner."

While Chen Feng and his companion were being affectionate at the hotel, Lawrence was feeling uneasy and extremely nervous. After hanging up with Mr. Moore, he immediately picked up his phone to call his eldest son, Job, but the call went unanswered, remaining busy. After two consecutive unsuccessful attempts, he began to have a very bad feeling.

So he immediately called Ibrahimovic, the bodyguard who was with his eldest son, and this time the call went through very quickly.

"Ibrahimovic, where is Job? Why can't I get through to him on the phone?" Lawrence asked immediately.

"I'm sorry, sir. I went to the restroom just now and didn't see him when I came back. I'm looking for him now."

Upon hearing Ibrahimovic's answer, Lawrence was filled with rage and almost burst into a tirade.

Fortunately, he knew that Ibrahimovic had been his son's bodyguard for several years, and scolding him would undoubtedly anger him. However, he still needed Ibrahimovic to protect his eldest son's safety, so he could only hold back his anger and said in a cold voice, "Then go find him right now. Find him immediately. If you can't find him in two minutes, go check the surveillance footage right away. Make sure he's safe."

"Okay, sir, I'll get right away. Wait for my news." With that, Ibu hung up the phone and went to find Job.

Job had been sitting on the bench outside his brother Byron's hospital room, at least until Ibu went to the restroom. In just five or six minutes, he was gone. Ibu first went to Byron's room; there was only one nurse there, no one else. He then checked the other rooms nearby, but didn't see Job either.

Just then, Lawrence called. Ibrahimovic didn't hesitate much and went straight to the hospital's monitoring room.

Meanwhile, Lawrence had already called and dispatched five security personnel to Master's Hospital to protect his two sons. As for his wife at home, there were two security personnel stationed there, so there was no immediate concern. His biggest worry now was the sudden disappearance of his eldest son, Job, which made him uneasy and even somewhat apprehensive. He sat motionless in his seat, his expression grave. At least two minutes passed before the phone on his desk rang, jolting him awake. He reached for the phone. It was his superior, the Attorney General of the United States, calling to ask him to come to his office; he had something to discuss.

Lawrence didn't dare to delay and immediately agreed, then stood up from his seat. Before leaving, he checked himself in the mirror by the door, tidied his appearance, and then opened the door and went out. The minister's office was on the top floor, two floors below his.

He walked to the elevator lobby, where two Black staff members were waiting. They recognized Lawrence and nodded in greeting. However, Lawrence didn't know them and simply nodded politely in response without saying a word.

After waiting a while, the elevator doors finally opened, and the three of them stepped inside. Lawrence still had no intention of speaking to them. However, as he pressed the button for the top floor, one of the Black men also pressed it. Their hands touched, which immediately sent a chill down Lawrence's spine, and he was so angry he almost cursed. But the other man was, after all, a colleague from the same department, and judging from his name tag, he was a supervisor, belonging to the middle management level.

Given the other person's skin color, even as a deputy minister, he couldn't just hurl insults at them. But Lawrence was already in a bad mood, and with the two of them in such close contact, it was impossible for him to hold back. He immediately frowned and questioned, "What are you doing on the rooftop?"

The Black supervisor replied, "We're going to deliver the documents to the minister." As he spoke, he gestured with the leather bag he was holding.

Lawrence knew from his name tag that the other person was from the technical department, so he nodded and didn't say anything more.

The staff in these technical departments, especially at the managerial level, are highly intelligent and educated individuals. They may seem insignificant, but if you offend them, they could cause you trouble.

So, despite his high position and power as deputy minister, there isn't a strict hierarchical system within this department. Technical departments like this are particularly secure, and even a deputy minister like him doesn't have the authority to dismiss someone arbitrarily.

When the two people saw him, they simply nodded politely in greeting, showing little nervousness or trepidation, and casually rode the elevator with him. They seemed confident in his presence.

The elevator quickly reached the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, the Black manager suddenly leaned closer and whispered, "Sir, it seems someone has reported you. The documents I have here are some files about the whistleblower."

Lawrence's eyes widened slightly. Being reported was quite normal in his line of work. But the fact that the minister had called him directly to discuss business, specifically because of this report, was unusual. He'd been reported before, but his superiors rarely summoned him personally.

This shows that the matter seems to be quite serious.

Lawrence quickly realized what was happening, whispered a thank you, and then led the way towards the minister's office. Two black men followed closely behind him, and they soon arrived at the minister's office. There was a desk by the door, belonging to the minister's secretary, and two armed guards were also present.

Lawrence nodded to the middle-aged female secretary and went straight in. The two Black staff members following him, however, were not allowed in and were stopped outside.

"We have delivered the materials that the Minister requested."

"Okay, leave the rest to me."

Two Black men immediately went up and each placed a brown paper file bag on the desk.

"Okay, you can go back now."

The secretary casually dismissed the two "tools".

Lawrence arrived at the minister's office, knocked, and after a response from inside, he turned the doorknob and went in. As he turned to close the door, the minister's secretary also approached. The two then entered the office together.

"Minister, the documents you requested have arrived." The secretary took two file folders, placed them on the minister's desk, and then left, closing the office door behind her.

"Minister, what brings you here?" Although Lawrence was somewhat prepared and even a little nervous, he remained calm on the surface and asked directly.

The minister was a man around 60 years old. He likely had Black ancestry, as his skin tone was a light black rather than a deep black. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, prominent cheekbones, and deep nasolabial folds.

"Please have a seat. I'll take a look at the documents and then talk to you." After saying that, the minister picked up the two document bags that had just been delivered, opened them, took out a document from each bag, and began to read them.

He read very quickly, finishing the two documents in just a few minutes.

After setting it down, the minister turned to Lawrence and said, "I received a complaint from a prosecutor about you. They say you interfered in one of their cases recently, and you wanted the prosecutor to change the charges. Is that true?"

Lawrence thought for a moment, then nodded frankly, “Yes, that’s true. But it’s not interference. I just happened to learn that they were trying to charge a breastfeeding mother with first-degree murder, saying she killed her husband, but as far as I know, their evidence is insufficient. Her child is only three months old, and this is a very inhumane and malicious accusation against that woman. After I learned about this, I called the prosecutor and asked him to carefully consider the charges in this case. This is not interference in the judiciary, but simply an act of humanitarian concern and consideration of the negative impact this case has on society.”

In reality, the accused breastfeeding mother was the daughter of his wife's college classmate's sister—it's that simple. Moreover, the prosecutor's evidence was indeed insufficient. Furthermore, neither he nor his wife received any benefits in this matter; it was purely out of humanitarian considerations, and of course, also due to personal relationships. His wife's college classmate was a very good friend of hers.

Therefore, Mexico is actually a society based on personal relationships. To say that Mexicans don't value relationships and everyone follows the rules is utter nonsense. (End of Chapter)