"Call me President."

"You've only been in office for one day."

The son sits, but the father stands, and the son still puts the president's score to the father, looking at himself as if he is looking at his employees.

The motherland suppressed his anger and took a breath after saying something angrily.

He didn't care, Ron just didn't know his identity yet, and his face was complicated.

"Listen, I've always wondered why there was a sudden appearance of a person who is very similar to me and no less powerful than me, I thought it was Walter who created you.

But just a few days ago, I discovered something. ”

After a pause, he raised his head and stared at Ron, his tone much more serious.

"Ron, in fact, I am your father, and you are the son born to me and Béjar!"

After saying this, the office became silent, and the Motherland stared at Ron's face, thinking that Ron would be stunned and ask questions in the next second, and then he could explain and uncover everything.

Béjart concealed it, Walter was blinded, and Ron didn't know that he would treat his father like that, and when his identity was confirmed, he must have panicked and exclaimed what he had done before.

Provoke the father, do something with the father, and threaten the father with a handle, is it what a son should do?

Ron then apologized and repented, and he smiled lightly and patted his son on the shoulder, accommodating like an old father......

"Finished?"

But—no shock, no questioning, Ron in his chair looked at him as if he had heard a trivial piece of news, interrupting his speculation.

The previous ability points skyrocketed again for no reason, and the motherland, who loved to appear in front of the spotlight and enjoy the cheers of the crowd, suddenly disappeared silently for a few days, and he more or less guessed the truth of the matter.

"I mean—you're the son of me and Béjart."

Something didn't seem right, the motherland was stunned, and quickly repeated.

"I heard that, is there anything else?"

Looking at him calmly, Ron leaned back and crossed his hands, as if the president who was precious in time was unhappy that his ignorant employees were delaying time.

"I ......"

The motherland looked at Ron, whose face did not change, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't speak.

"There are a lot of things waiting for me on the first day of the president, and the next time I come up, remember to knock on the door."

He waved his hand and motioned for the Motherland to go down.

"This is the company, and the rules and regulations are important."

"Do you know ......?"

The motherland, who was overwhelmed by his attitude, suddenly understood something, and blurted out in disbelief.

"You already knew I was your father?"

In the past, he used to be so familiar with Ron's father?

"I'll let you go down and stop repeating your useless nonsense."

Hearing the countryman say a nonsense that had been repeated several times again, Ron was expressionless.

"Have you forgotten something?

You have to remember that when I speak, you will always be obedient! ”

He pointed to the motherland and emphasized.

"You...... How can you do this to me, I am your father! ”

The Motherland, who had never encountered such a situation, opened his mouth and felt a wave of absurdity, so absurd that he suspected that he was dreaming.

The son sat behind the desk, dissatisfied with teaching his father to figure out the relationship between the two and recognize who was the boss?

On the mobile phone on the table, the video of the Chinese people on the plane can be sent to major newspapers and websites with just one click, Ron looked at him and said slowly.

"Do you need me to remind you of the consequences of disobeying my will?"

……

The Motherland went down, leaving Ron's office with a skeptical look on his face, and he wanted to go back and figure out what was wrong.

Before he knew that Ron was his son, he was threatened by Ron, and after knowing it, he was still threatened by Ron, and nothing changed.

But how could this be?

Could it be that Walter was wrong to let him grow up in the laboratory and carry the social and family relationships behind him?

In fact, a son can reprimand his father at will, threaten and control his father, is he a good son?

……

"Today, we are here to pay deep tribute to the victims of Transoceanic Flight 37."

On an empty meadow, a public memorial service is being held for the people of Transoceanic Flight 37, which shocked the nation not long ago, and was crashed by robbers.

People from all walks of life dressed in black with solemn expressions, and the families of the victims in the front row held the portraits of their relatives sadly and wept in low voices.

Maeve in a battle suit stood on the stage, not seeing the heroic spirit of the past, her eyebrows and eyes were haggard, looking at the audience, and giving a speech.

"The souls of more than 200 innocent people disappeared in an instant in a senseless atrocity."

Early Childhood Teacher from Skokie, Carolyn Kosinski......"

Her voice trembled as she read Walter's early written speech, and looked at the families of the victims in the audience, her ears ringing with a buzzing ring.

In a trance, Maeve seemed to be back in the chaotic cabin full of screams and wails, those people in pain and despair, asking for help.

She ignored those who had seen her as hope, apologized meaninglessly, and cruelly left them behind.

Let them fall into the ocean with the plane, and their bones will be gone.

"Young French neurosurgeon, Dr. Julien Barlow......"

Every time the name of a deceased person was pronounced, it was as if she was tortured and condemned, Maeve couldn't help but think back to their frightened faces before they died, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and ended with tears in her eyes, put down the speech and ran away.

"I'm sorry, but I have deep sympathy for these bereaved families."

This was followed by other people's speeches of condolence.

Running to a bench on the side of the road and sitting down, Maeve turned pale and tears flowed silently from the corners of her eyes.

"Your fragile appearance is a little far from the heroic and fearless Queen Maeve who will never be confused and cowering as propagated by Walter."

A voice suddenly rang out.

On the road with a few fallen leaves, Ron walked slowly in his pocket.

"You, who are also from the Super Seven, don't you know that those propaganda are fake?

Removing superpowers, we're nothing. ”

Not wanting others to see her appearance, Maeve wiped her tears without a trace and laughed at herself.

"Everything is fake."

"Presumably you haven't slept well in the past few days, and you have been tormented by guilt and self-blame repeatedly in the dark night, tossing and turning."

Sit down on the bench, Ron said.

"Because you couldn't save those people and watched them die?"

"You know?"

Hearing this, Maeve frowned and stared.

The motherland and what she said to the outside world were that the unified caliber arrived only after the plane crashed.

"By the way, I forgot, you're already the president."

She then loosened her brow, as if remembering something, and shook her head, her tone resentful and sad.

"Qualified to know more shady about the company."

Maeve thought clearly afterwards that the laser shot of the motherland was not an accident at all, it was done on purpose, and it may have been in collusion with Madeleine, for the sake of Walter's filthy interests, in order to pass the bill, and disregard for human life!

"Nope."

He chuckled softly.

"I didn't tell me, I saw it with my own eyes."

"With your own eyes?"

Maeve repeated the word in a shocked tone.

"What do you mean by your own eyes?"