Capítulo 1302: Chapter 632: In the End, Everyone Has to Pay for Their Mistakes, Don’t They?
“You’re trafficking drugs and smuggling, Tatiana!!!!”
In the study, Cuauhtémoc shouted angrily, standing up forcefully and overturning the duck soup, face red and neck bulging, “Do you know what you’re doing? Why are you doing this!”
“Are you lacking money? Are you missing daily necessities? Are you lacking living in a villa?”
“The dividends we receive every month are enough for you to buy an entire street of luxury goods in Paris!”
Cuauhtémoc loudly questioned, eyes red, “Do you know what Victor will do about this? You’ll die doing this!”
Hmm…
Victor is just that inhumane, or perhaps respects the rules.
Cuauhtémoc had worked with him for so long, he knew what the other person was like, stubborn hidden beneath that physique, he sometimes even suspected he was a robot, sometimes emotionless.
Of course, seeking death isn’t just this, but also Tatiana secretly formed a widespread syndicate under his nose, continuously recruiting people with weak will from border officials to leadership, all relying on Cuauhtémoc’s name.
Now the incident has occurred, one after another jumped from buildings, damn it, isn’t this just putting Cuauhtémoc on the fire?
Tatiana lowered her head, “I, I was just a bit unhappy, you and Victor, Casare all founded Mexico together, why is one the boss, one controls all civil affairs, and you? You’re just like a puppet, even just an echo chamber, you sitting in front of the TV, I don’t see your happiness, I just see your numbness!”
As she spoke, her expression gradually grew a bit agitated, “Every time you come back from the National Palace, you stay in the study for a long time, don’t think I don’t know, there’s your governance strategy written in your drawer, but? Why not give them to Victor, isn’t it because you don’t trust him?”
“Get rid of him, Casare is just a waste, then your status will be able to fully control Mexico, change this country according to your demands.”
That sounds…
Damn ridiculous!
Cuauhtémoc’s eyes were filled with unabashed disappointment, “You think Victor is someone you can intimidate like this? Tatiana, people should have a conscience, if it weren’t for him sending people to help us, we would’ve been thrown off the building by drug traffickers now, what doesn’t belong to us will never be ours!”
“You think shady methods can overthrow him?”
“Besides…”
“Are you sure foreign forces haven’t contacted you?”
Tatiana opened her mouth, wanting to explain, only to hear a knock on the door.
“Who is it!” She asked nervously.
“Sir, madam, someone is looking for you downstairs,” the servant said trembling.
Cuauhtémoc took a deep breath sharply, suppressing the surging fear, and said in a deep voice to the outside, “Got it, I’ll come down right away.”
He quickly tidied up his wrinkled pajamas, glanced complexly at the pale-faced Tatiana, and said in a low voice, “Stay still.”
That voice no longer held anger, only a heavy fatigue remained.
As he walked to the door, he looked back, sighed lightly.
In the downstairs living room, there stood two men in dark suits, expressionless.
Leading the men was someone with a strong (fat) build and eyes sharp as an eagle, one of Victor’s most trusted assistants, one of the three giants, Casare!
“Good evening, pal.” Casare looked at him, eyes somewhat complex.
“Casare.” Cuauhtémoc forced a smile, stepping forward, “What wind brought you here? So late…” He tried to act naturally but couldn’t hide the dryness in his voice.
The other didn’t exchange pleasantries, directly handed over a folder, speaking softly, “The Supreme Leader told me to give this to you, regarding those officials who recently jumped and the smuggling line behind them that was cut off, the source has been found clearly.”
“In Mexico, even God needs to know the consequences of wrongdoing.”
These words carried deep meaning, the smart ones understood.
Cuauhtémoc’s heart sank to the bottom.
His fingers slightly trembled as he took the folder, but he didn’t open it, of course he knew what was inside—ironclad proof enough to nail Tatiana.
His Adam’s apple moved a bit, he spoke with difficulty, “I…”
“When I came, the Supreme Leader called me, he showed me a picture, we were laughing happily in front of the Governor’s Mansion in Tijuana,”
Casare interrupted him, the voice still composed, yet sounding like recalling a memory, the tone a bit uneasy, “But why like this, it’s only been three short years!”
“I know!” Cuauhtémoc’s voice suddenly rose, carrying a trace of desperate hoarseness, “I know it all! Casare, for the sake of our years… for the blood I shed for Mexico…” He suddenly grabbed the other person’s arm, eyes filled with unparalleled pain and plea, “Tatiana, she was just momentarily confused! She… she doesn’t deserve death! I beg you… please tell Victor…”
His tall figure at this moment slightly hunched, eyes bloodshot, that facade of calm completely collapsed, leaving only a husband desperately begging at the edge of a cliff: “Spare her! Keep her locked up for life! Please… help me beg Victor!”
Casare stood silently, allowing Cuauhtémoc to grab his arm.
He looked at the colleague who once pointed to the world with him, the comrade who lay in the trenches, his lips lightly trembled:
“The Supreme Leader entrusted me to ask you, he needs to know, are you still the Cuauhtémoc he knows, worthy of entrusting Mexico’s future?”