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"If that pregnancy doesn't die, this whole family will be ruined. Do you want that? Mr. Thomas taunted, and Daisy shook her head, denying it. She didn't want anything terrible to happen to her family. But in Daisy's view, Mr. Thomas was exaggerating everything. In reality, he was a cautious person, never allowing any mistakes that would expose his vulnerabilities to his enemies. That's why he had survived until today and had held the position of Minister of Justice for two terms, with another term coming up if he successfully ran for re-election. However, Daisy's explosive situation was causing all potential disadvantages to weigh heavily on Mr. Thomas and the Thomas family. That's enough of

"And my father, Thomas? What was he like?" "Thomas was a man of great ambition and determination," Mr. Clark replied. "He was incredibly intelligent and had a natural business acumen. He had a vision for HH Incorporation that extended beyond mere financial success. He believed in using the company's resources to make a positive impact on the world. He often spoke of creating a more sustainable future and was passionate about environmental conservation and used his influence to support various eco-friendly initiatives."

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

' Hearing the disciples' rebukes, Dewey looked prideful and said to Kye, "How about that? Your true colors have been revealed. What do you have to say?" Kye scoffed and disregarded him. "You think you're tough!" Dewey was not angered by Kye's attitude, and he sneered at him. "Good, I'll give you a chance. Beg for mercy on your knees, and I'll spare your life." As Dewey spoke, he glared at Kye as his eyes sparkled cunningly. 'Twenty years… It's been 20 years.' For the past 20 years, Dewey had lived in hiding. He had been dreaming about taking back what he had lost for days and nights. Furthermore, he wanted to see Kye on his knees, subdued to him.

"It's disappointing, man. So fucking disappointing." I wanted to punch him and break his nose then and there but I reconsidered after judging all the parts he would break if his punches landed on me in return. Hell no... I wasn't ready to die yet. The main reason for Dewey's visit was obvious. There was a new girl he had been stalking for a while. He needed a wingman to go with him while he dropped the moves on her. A little confidence boost. Dewey liked the girl because of her ass. He was the type of guy that went crazy for ass. You could lead him into an invasion trap set by a terrorist group if the right type of ass was to pass by. To him, it wasn't about the size but the shape. To Dewey,

Those who declined the offer received threats of sabotage and often death. Lansky and Los Chicos ran their criminal enterprises almost unchallenged until 1933, when they found themselves in troubled waters in the political arena. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who had emerged victorious at the 1932 Democratic National Convention with the support of the Lansky-controlled political bosses, soon turned against his old allies and launched an all-out war against organized crime. That move made him so popular that local politicians across the country took his lead. New York Governor Herbert Lehman appointed a politically ambitious young man named Thomas Dewey as special prosecutor to bring t