Darkstone Code

"Done?"

The man who might become the "future lifelong Chief Justice," sitting at home smoking, suddenly stood up. There were other people in the room, all subordinates of Jeruno.

The moment Mrs. Chris was picked up in the car, Mr. Jeruno received the news. Thus, to avoid unexpected incidents that people don’t wish to see, he arranged for his subordinates to come over.

He knew it was a greedy couple; he didn’t want them to suddenly make demands that would ruin their friendship.

Mr. Jeruno considered himself very loyal to friendship. He didn’t want to personally send his friends to hell, so to prevent such a situation, it was best to be the bad guy first.

Mrs. Chris wasn’t aware there were so many people at home. She instinctively tightened her grip on her handbag. Her husband then explained that these people were Mr. Jeruno’s people and showed a complete contract.

The contract itself was worth 350,000, but the breach penalty was ten times the contract price, and the contract had already been breached!

He was the Chief Justice. He had enough professional legal knowledge and could understand the contract and its implications himself.

Once the young man signed his name, it roughly meant they violated the contract for certain reasons and now had to compensate according to the compensation clauses stipulated in the contract.

Since the last performance date of the contract was an expired date, and both parties didn’t fulfill the agreement, they naturally needed to compensate.

The Duncan Clan was extremely adept at the art of channeling benefits and had plenty of ways. They exhausted all means to provide slaves to the big shots and funnel benefits to them; it was already their "ancestral legacy."

Upon seeing these things, Mrs. Chris relaxed her grip on the handbag. After securing the 3.5 million, even if her husband couldn’t become a lifelong Chief Justice, they could run for mayor in some city.

Of course, she hoped her husband could become Chief Justice. She bought into the idea of standing like a follower behind Mrs. Tricia.

Every time Mrs. Tricia smiled at her and asked, "Is it?" she was to respond with delight and affirmation, saying, "Of course!"

She was fed up with these!

"Will my face... be exposed to the public?" asked Mrs. Chris.

In the room, there was a young man with the noble "Duncan" surname. He held a cigarette, dressed both elegantly and stylishly. "Of course, people need to see you personally come out and testify against him to believe all of this is true."

Mrs. Chris was a bit silent, and the young man comforted her, "You don’t need to worry too much; people won’t have a deep impact on you, just like you’ve surely forgotten what the wife of the...th President looked like."

"Once the wave of public opinion passes, you’ll be forgotten by people. If anyone can remain in people’s hearts, then that person surely must be related to money!"

The people in the room chuckled softly, as being related to money surely involves the portraits on the bills. Apart from these people, so-called celebrities are never permanent.

People don’t remember the looks of those "celebrities," unless you remind them every day.

Looking at this interesting couple, the young man continued, "And you don’t need to worry about your husband. Right now, you’re the victim. Your husband’s care and unwavering support for you will instead become a trait of excellence."

"This is precisely the broad-mindedness and character we need."

This statement was somewhat ironic, but who cares?

Men only care about becoming the lifelong Chief Justice, while women care about gaining appropriate status after completing all this alongside their husbands!

The young man handed the perfume to his subordinates. They borrowed a room and developed the negatives on the spot to ensure that the money was spent on what needed to be purchased.

"Developed?"

When the person responsible for developing the film emerged from the darkroom, Mrs. Chris’s husband couldn’t help but ask.

That person smiled with a certain quirkiness, "There’s no need for you to be so anxious. I’ve just developed the film; as for the photos you’re eager to see, you’ll need a while longer."

It wasn’t until evening that they saw those photos.

Due to certain reasons, Mrs. Chris returned to the room, while her husband remained in the living room. His check needed a signature.

At that moment, there were about forty photos on the coffee table, apart from a dozen unusuable ones, the others turned out well.

"Your wife..." the young man couldn’t help but praise as he looked at the lady Knight in the photos, "Has a great figure."

Mrs. Chris’s husband awkwardly chuckled. Everyone was staring at those photos, and in fact, everyone there had engaged in similar relationships with more than one woman.

However, doing it themselves and peeking at others’ wife’s photos is entirely different. The source of joy differs, and the joy obtained is naturally different.

People have the desire to voyeur, and it exists around us every moment.

"I want to know what he’s doing..."

"I want to know what she’s doing..."

"Why is he/she/it doing that?"

Even parents’ desire to voyeur on their children, colleagues, spouses, and even strangers exist around us, within us.

We know these things but can’t find them. We think we don’t have them, but in reality, we experience such impulses daily!

The joy brought by voyeurism far exceeds other joys!

Not to mention, the husband of one protagonist in the photos is with them.

The young man looked through many photographs, among which the faces of President and Mrs. Chris were very clearly recognizable, meaning everyone could tell that one of them was the President, and the other was not the First Lady.

That’s enough.

"Hand me the check..."

Taking the contract from Mrs. Chris’s husband, after signing his name on it, he handed it back, "Do you want cash, or would you prefer to receive this money in this way?"

He glanced at the contract.

If it’s cash, there’s a chance of encountering some issues, like with the Tax Bureau, but it’s quick and convenient.

If you go through legal procedures, there will be some process issues, a delay to determine some relationships and ownership.

Mrs. Chris’s husband chose the latter, he is the Chief Justice, he knows some money can’t necessarily be used as money because you can’t spend it.

He’s willing to wait a while, make a few more court visits, which he’s familiar with.

The young man nodded, gave some instructions, someone would specially cooperate with him to do this.

Subsequently, he left with these films and photographs, he needed to show Mr. Jeruno, and before exposing these things, make one last effort to rally more people!

In the political game, no one is inherently righteous, nor inherently evil, whoever holds deadly power is the Hero, and the other side is the Evil Dragon!

Now, the weapon to kill the "Evil Dragon" is in the Duncan Clan’s hands, they need to rally allies!

At a little past eight o’clock in the evening, Lynch received a call from Mr. Jeruno, inviting him to meet.

Lynch did not refuse.

Sometimes when you refuse an enemy’s request, it means you might lose an opportunity to gain intelligence, Lynch wouldn’t do that.

He gladly accepted the appointment.

The place they met was the Bupen Sports Arena, where no one was around at night.

Mr. Jeruno looked at those people behind the tiered seats around him, he joked, "I only brought my driver, and you brought a whole squad."

He was joking, making fun, but also mocking Lynch.

Surrounded everywhere by Lynch’s people, undoubtedly he must have been afraid of making a move, which made Mr. Jeruno unable to resist saying this.

Lynch, however, was indifferent to this, "If you’ve been to the front line, you’d know that being afraid of dying is not a shameful thing!"

He smiled, decisively started today’s meeting topic, "So why are we meeting here today?"

Mr. Jeruno handed over a bag in his hand, Lynch held it but didn’t open it immediately, looking at Mr. Jeruno instead.

The latter had his hands in his pockets, the weather was already a bit cold, as he spoke, the breath he exhaled was visible under the lights, "Open and see it."

Only then did Lynch open it, inside was a stack of photos, he held them in his hand, flipping through them one by one.

"They usually wear clothes, I didn’t expect the President to maintain his physique well, Mrs. Chris has a great figure, looking quite intense..."

He quickly finished flipping, then continued looking at Mr. Jeruno, "And then?"

Mr. Jeruno pondered for a few seconds, knowing that even though he held these things now, in front of Lynch, he was still passive.

He didn’t deceive Lynch, didn’t scare him, which surprised him a little, yet he felt it was what should be.

Otherwise, Lynch wouldn’t be Lynch.

"We can cooperate!"

Mr. Jeruno said.

"I can end my own industry, allowing Darkstone Security to monopolize the Federation’s security and private arms industry in some respects."

"I can also support Darkstone Fund, in any form of expression!"

"Listen, Lynch, I know you’re amazing, people always say you don’t lose, and indeed you’ve never lost."

"If we can cooperate this time, we can both win, win even more!"

"Your magic will become even more magical, even a miracle!"

To draw Lynch in is because Lynch holds significant weight in the United Development Company, and secondly, he possesses a formidable armed force.

Mr. Jeruno has already tried, and his ace troops got beaten to looking for a place.

With money, manpower, weapons, still a crucial supporter of the President, he’s someone he must attempt to convince no matter what!

Lynch looked down at those photos again, "I... refuse!"