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"An ordinary worker would never know what's being produced in the factory!"

He shouted into the microphone, "Maybe it's just medicine! Or maybe it's the factory's technicians who produced prohibited items without the company's permission!"

Smith suddenly thought of someone.

"Oh, right! Maurice!"

He shouted, "The manager of the processing plant, Charles Morris, that's him!"

"Maurice is the real chemistry expert!"

“My son Preston is a simple Southern boy who only knows how to run a farm and doesn’t understand any of this stuff!”

"If someone is really illegally manufacturing drugs..."

"That must be Morris using the company's land and equipment to seek personal gain!"

The voice just fell.

There was another commotion on the other end of the phone.

A man had already desperately grabbed the microphone.

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

A deafening roar sent a shiver down Smith's spine.

"I am Maurice!"

Morris had almost lost his mind. "Smith, you old bastard, what did you just say?"

"Am I using your land and equipment to profit myself?"

"Who bought that equipment?! Who delivered the formula?!"

Where did I send the monthly production figures?!

"answer me!"

One question after another.

Smith was speechless after being scolded.

Morris, however, showed no sign of stopping.

"They used to call each other family, but now their secrets have been exposed."

"You want to pin all the blame on us?!"

This time.

The entire federation was in complete chaos.

On the streets of the metropolis.

The crowd that had been listening to the radio outside the shop window suddenly erupted in a huge outburst of angry shouts.

Someone shouted in the street:

"Grab him!"

"Don't let Smith get away!"

In a factory in the north.

No one is working on the night shift anymore.

The workers gathered around the radio, their faces ashen.

In the country club.

Those who had just been raising their glasses to Smith began to rush away.

The broadcasting room.

Smith had completely lost his composure.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and cheeks.

"These people, these people are all criminals!"

He shouted, "They are ganging up to slander me in order to lessen their own crimes!"

"I have never been involved in any processing plant!"

"And who knows what Preston did behind the scenes!"

This was his last resort.

Preston can go under, and so can the Valley.

But I can't do it!

The entire family relies on itself, and the entire Southern faction is supported by itself.

I must never give up!

As long as he is a senator.

After tonight, we can still find a way to salvage everything.

There's always a way to find a solution if you stubbornly argue your way out!

Eleanor was truly amazed.

As expected of you, Smith!

That was a really fast cut!

To the point where, in order to protect herself, she would even cut off her son?

"Mr. Hopkins!"

Smith's attitude was firm, and he began to speak very quickly.

“I admit that I haven’t disciplined my son enough and I don’t know enough about his career.”

"From the moment he was born, I always felt that he was not quite like me, and now it seems that I was right!"

"He has completely failed to inherit the fine traditions of the Smith family!"

"I assure you, Hopkins!"

"If he has really committed these crimes, I will never cover it up!"

"But you can't assume I was involved just because we're father and son!"

This is the last resort.

however

Immediately after those words were spoken, an even more violent struggle came from the other end of the phone.

No way...

Smith's expression turned deathly pale instantly.

A terrified voice suddenly burst into the microphone.

"father!"

Only two words.

Smith froze instantly.

That's Preston.

His son.

I could never have misheard.

"Dad! Are you listening?!"

At this moment, Preston was ready to go all out.

He said, his voice trembling with tears.

"Dad, you have to think of something!"

"Didn't you say that?!"

"As long as you remain the chairman of the Agriculture Committee, the FBI will absolutely not be able to enter the valley!"

"But now, everyone has been caught!"

Everyone is here, listening to you!

You can't abandon us, you can't!!!

"dad!

"You need to think of something quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Smith's body swayed violently, as if he had lost all his strength.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly with one hand, but still couldn't hold on.

He fell heavily to the ground.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Only now was he finally willing to face the most terrifying possibility he had initially considered.

Why didn't anyone contact me when something happened at home?

Very simple.

Because everyone was under control.

Possible

When exactly was it?

Smith recalled that he had spoken with his son just before participating in the show.