The next day, the weather was sunny and the wind was smooth. By the time Brooklyn brought breakfast downstairs, Anne had already thrown the sheets into the washing machine, which was rumbling like a puzzled fool.

Brooklyn took his breakfast, paused at the top of the staircase, and greeted with a smile

"Honey, come over for breakfast. I made it with my own hands. Anne was awakened from her daze, no longer staring at the turning washing machine in front of her.

She stood up and walked barefoot toward Brooklyn. Anne wasn't wearing her own clothes at this point, but took two random pieces from the Brooklyn closet.

She wears a wide gray T-shirt on top and equally wide gray shorts on the bottom. Maybe it was because she slept late last night and exercised more, but Anne looked a little lazy at this time, her loose hair was not combed and looked a little messy, and the wide neckline of the wide T-shirt exposed most of her shoulders.

Brooklyn took two steps, stopped where she was, waited for Anne to come over, put breakfast casually on the cabinet beside her, hugged Anne, kissed her lightly on the cheek, and then the two of them looked at each other quietly, forehead to forehead.

"Let's get married." Brooklyn said suddenly. Seeing a hint of surprise flash in Anne's eyes, Brooklyn continued

"It just so happens that Mark is also in New York, let's get married."

"Me, it's too fast." Anne hesitated, but quickly calmed down

"Sorry, Brooklyn, I don't know, it was too fast, too sudden."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Brooklyn smiled softly

"Let's have something to eat." He let go of Anne, picked up breakfast again and walked into the bedroom, speaking to Anne who was following him

"Grab something to eat, it's okay, I mentioned it too suddenly, I can wait, wait until you're ready."

"What did you just say happened to Mark Milai?" Anne breathed a sigh of relief, leaned closer to Brooklyn, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then sat side by side with Brooklyn on the ground, picked up a churros and ate it, and asked.

"Taste this." Brooklyn was busy tearing the fritters into small pieces and putting them in a soy milk bowl, selling the way to Anne by the way

"It's better to eat this way, try it." After snoring and eating two fritters, feeling the burning hunger in her stomach disappear, Brooklyn put down her fast-paced son and replied while helping Anne tear up the fritters

"He came to New York to urge us to get married in addition to official business."

"I thought you were thinking." Anne said with some disappointment. Brooklyn shook her head

"You should understand, Anne, that I am not affected by anyone. In particular, it is impossible to do something I am not willing to do for the sake of anger or for whatever reason. ”

"If I do something, no matter how outrageous it is, it can only be that I want to do it, not that someone forced me."

"Or deliberately angry." Brooklyn said this very openly, but it was Annie, who lowered her head a little awkwardly and staggered eye contact with Brooklyn.

"Alright, let's try it." Brooklyn tore off the last fritter, stirred it with a quick stick, pushed it towards Annie, and then stood up

"I need to make a phone call." After saying that, he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door thoughtfully. After a pause at the door, Brooklyn walked into the study and dialed Burke Forsman.

"I'll send you the contents of yesterday's negotiations by email." With that, Brooklyn hung up the phone, turned on the computer, and crackled.

Time was ticking by, and by the time Brooklyn finally came to his senses from the email, it was already afternoon.

The room was silent. Brooklyn stretched and looked at the time. Why hasn't Anthony arrived yet?

Walking out of the study with his phone and passing by the bedroom, Brooklyn stopped. The person in the bedroom who was leaning on the head of the bed and looking through the file also looked up.

Anne didn't leave? Brooklyn froze, his gaze quickly swept across the room, paused for a moment on the paperwork that covered the bed, and pushed the door open.

"If we get married, it looks like we'll have to buy a bed big enough to let them go." Brooklyn said with a smile.

"Why don't you prepare me a spacious study?" Anne leaned over, touched it, and asked with a smile.

"I thought you liked working in bed." Brooklyn shrugged, eyes sweeping over the other's chest.

"I'm sorry." Anne leaned over, sat down on top of Brooklyn, put her arms around him and whispered

"I ......" Brooklyn didn't speak, just stared at her, quietly waiting for her to finish.

"I was a little flustered in the morning, and you suddenly mentioned getting married, which scared me." Brooklyn's face was full of confusion, and he whispered

"I don't really understand."

"In our tradition, only people who decide to go down together do, well, do this kind of thing."

"I thought you were willing to go down with me."

"No, of course I do." Anne hurriedly said

"It's just that this said to me too suddenly, I haven't thought about getting married, and you proposed it too suddenly."

"I've been thinking about this since the first day we dated." Brooklyn's eyes widened, and then his expression changed to sadness

"So you never thought about it?" Anne didn't say anything, just kissed Brooklyn. Brooklyn was just about to do something when there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs, and the slightly harsh doorbell ruined the atmosphere.

"Damn it!" Brooklyn scolded. Anne got down from Brooklyn and pulled her hair, and she took advantage of the after-breakfast bath to change into her clothes, and then tied her loose hair into a ponytail, and she was back to the calm and wise female prosecutor.

She went down with Brooklyn. When the door was opened, Anthony Kennedy's amiable face was revealed.

The two hugged warmly, patted each other's backs hard, laughed in their mouths, and exchanged pleasantries by the way.

It looks like the two of them are like very good brothers. After hugging, Brooklyn pointed to Anne beside him

"This is my girlfriend, Anne Aldington, a prosecutor." He then pointed to Anthony

"This is my friend, Anthony Kennedy, who used to be a justice." Anthony nominally does not hold any official position.

After the introduction, Anthony was invited into the house, and Brooklyn complained to him

"Why is it only here now? I thought you had some accident and was about to call the police. Anthony laughed and explained

"There was an accident, the flight was delayed." The two were not in a hurry to talk about business, but they talked a lot.

It's an expression of attitude, a signal of goodwill. Brooklyn's declaration of war on Burke last night was not a joke, let alone some bullshit.

Anthony didn't know about it, but he was also keenly aware of the change in the situation after the change of delegate to New York for negotiations.

This pleasantry conversation was a temptation. Brooklyn and Anthony are like animals in heat, frantically spreading pheromones outward, looking for a mate to match.

There is an urgent need to solve the problem. These words are their 'foreplay', to make sure they haven't found the wrong person.

Now that the 'foreplay' is almost in full swing, it's time to get down to business. Anne returned to her room to study her eucalyptus, leaving Brooklyn to talk to Anthony.

With Anthony here, Brooklyn's maneuverable space is actually compressed, but a thing like last night where one person represents two sides shouldn't exist.

It's good that Anthony and not Burke can fight for his replacement. With the negotiation done quickly, Brooklyn sighed.

He insisted that Anthony come, not Burke, of course, and that Anthony come to New York, of course, can't just be in charge of negotiations.

"I heard that Professor John Manning has a dog?" Brooklyn asked. Their conversation seems to have reverted to small talk.

"I heard that the golden retriever who had been with Professor John Manning for many years died. Professor John Manning had a particularly deep affection for the golden retriever......"

"By the way, you haven't been to see Professor John Manning in New York, have you?"

"It just so happens that Professor John Manning is in New York, and you can contact Lynn, who has been with Professor John Manning to take care of him."

"Where do you live? I suggest you live with Professor John Manning. He hasn't been out for a few days, and he looks a little bored. Brooklyn chatted in a casual manner, but Anthony acted cautiously.

Seeing that Anthony refused to be fooled, Brooklyn sighed secretly.

"Anthony, if I had a choice, I wouldn't want things to be the way they are." Brooklyn said seriously.

He waved his hand and motioned for Anthony to listen to him, then paused, organized his words, and continued

"I'm serious, Anthony, I hope Harvard is a fraternal organization, and maybe you'll think I'm naïve and think that this kind of thing shouldn't come out of my mouth, or that I'm not saying it in any conspiracy."

"No, Anthony, I swear, that's what I really think."

"Don't you think Harvard is terrible right now?"

"You know the situation in New York, and in the face of such a tense situation, I actually had to devote some of my energy to dealing with Harvard affairs."

"Harvard's presence can help, but at the same time, it's like a piece of gum that sticks to you and won't let go."

"Let's be clear, Anthony. I, you, Burke, the struggle between the three of us is no longer benign, our struggle is starting to cause problems for each other, it is starting to drag its feet, and if it continues like this, Harvard will be torn apart by us sooner or later. ”

"Anthony, I can work with you, but we must get rid of Burke's cancer as soon as possible."

"That's right, in my eyes, Burke is a cancer. As long as he exists, Harvard will continue to mess with it for another day. Because he is accustomed to using intrigue and intrigues, he does not trust anyone. His presence would imprint this scheming and distrustful style on Harvard. ”

"So we have to clean him up as soon as possible." With that, Brooklyn glanced at Anthony to make sure he was listening, and then continued

And then. I'm not going to argue with you for a long position, and I'm not going to be like Anthony to empty you. You'll get the same treatment as John Manning. ”

"What do I need to do?" Anthony asked. Anthony Kennedy, who served as a justice of the Supreme Court, was the balancing vote of the nine justices and acted as a lubricant.

Anthony Kennedy was well-connected and had a good reputation. But he did not die in the position of chancellor, but after a few years of retreat, he led his grandchildren to travel around the world.

As a person who can serve water in the Supreme Court and never misses a hand, Anthony's ability to grasp the situation is by no means ordinary.

On top of that, Anthony has something that both Burke and Brooklyn lack—insight.

Anthony, who has seen enough big scenes and has enough experience, can quickly find a scene similar to the scene he is currently experiencing from his past experience, and naturally, he can deduce that Brooklyn is a well-meaning philanthropist and a black-hearted businessman.

Brooklyn finally chose to cooperate with Anthony, in addition to the irreconcilable contradictions with Burke, the most important thing is Anthony and the ability of the mud.

Harvard's two successive terms of Speaker in a short period of time are bound to be panicked and turbulent, and what Harvard needs most at this time is not a radical reformer, but a moderate like Anthony.

Anthony and the mud's ability is like glue to reconcile the contradictions within Harvard, bring everyone out of today's fierce struggle, and cool the rising tensions within Harvard.

When Anthony dies or collapses, Harvard is almost recuperated, and it is his turn to 'perform'.

In a way, Brooklyn would even wish Anthony a little better health and a little longer.

"Negotiation." Brooklyn said slowly

"Anthony, you negotiate on behalf of Harvard, and I can even cede some of the benefits to help you gain a foothold."

"That's not what I'm asking for." Anthony shook his head

"Say, Brooklyn, what do you need me to do. My life experience has taught me that there is no such thing as free bread. ”

"Also, I have to remind you, in Brooklyn, the honesty of politicians often means that they are telling a huge lie." Brooklyn rubbed his forehead a little tiredly.

"Look, that's what infighting is all about." Anthony shook his head and corrected

"No, that's the reality."

"We should recognize the reality, because those who still have illusions are lying at our feet." Brooklyn spread his hands.

"Well, Anthony, I need you to secure my status as my successor, and if you are ready to end your own term as Speaker, you must give my full support to become the next Speaker."

"Also, I may do something in the meantime that requires you to balance."

"Again, I will not restrict your rights like Burke. In fact, we both know exactly what the goal is. ”

"Also, Mr. Governor and I, Mr. Director of the NYPD, are the kind of fantasies you are talking about, and we are not only allies, but also friends. Anthony, I'm not going to be Burke, we have a basis for cooperation. ”