America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 893 - 849 Submission of Loyalty_2
Chapter 893: Chapter 849: Submission of Loyalty_2
Chapter 893: Chapter 849: Submission of Loyalty_2
Scarlett looked at Ryan for a while before saying, “Fine, I’ll help you switch, remember your words.”
Ryan let out a sigh of relief, thinking for the first time after their divorce that Scarlett was a good person, and sincerely said, “Thank you.”
Scarlett pondered for a moment, then added, “To make your life more comfortable in the future, I will find a way to give a few gifts to your new cellmate through the prison administration.”
Ryan nodded repeatedly, wondering to himself why he hadn’t noticed Scarlett’s good side before.
Unfortunately, he knew he had no future in Hollywood and could never be with Scarlett again.
Before going in, Ryan had thought it would be tough, but after being there, he found it even harder than he had imagined.
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Carrying hope, he left.
Scarlett emerged, met up with her assistant, got in the car, took out her phone, and made a call. Once connected, she said, “About the cell switch, I’ll have to trouble you again.”
The person on the other end was forthright, “Rest assured, Miss Johnson, I’ve selected Ryan Reynolds’ new cell and cellmate as you requested, all the most aggressive male inmates in the State Prison.”
“Excellent,” Scarlett, the ex-wife, smiled happily, “I’ve prepared some gifts for them, mostly soaps and such, please deliver them to their hands.”
The person laughed as well, “Understood, I’ll do it as Miss Johnson has requested.”
Scarlett hung up the phone, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. Most ex-wives harbored an unvented loathing for their ex-husbands.
“Drive, back to Los Angeles,” her excitement growing, she pulled out her phone and called Martin, “Come out, let’s have fun, I’ll be waiting for you at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.”
Martin on the other end agreed to meet.
All the way, Scarlett seriously considered how to make Martin more excited, as a way to properly reward herself.
It was a deeply engaging topic, but first to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, to welcome Martin.
…
Kiev, Victory Square.
Thousands gathered, countless cameras and video lenses aimed at the man of average height standing on the elevated platform in front of the square’s monument.
“Support Alexandrovich!”
Someone shouted first, then countless others followed.
“Alexandrovich!”
“Alexandrovich!”
The uniform cries were thunderous, amazing all the media journalists present.
This national hero’s call to action among the people was remarkably high!
Alexandrovich stood on the platform, waving to the crowd below.
The crowd responded with even more enthusiasm.
Today’s rally was also a press conference. Alexandrovich and his Servant of the People Party formally announced their participation in next year’s election.
The rally, bolstered by media like the 1+1 TV Channel, caused a sensation.
Alexandrovich, holding his wife Orlina’s hand, bowed together to the gathering of people.
The image of being close to the people was one of his main trump cards.
On the hotel roof at the edge of the square, seven or eight people stood by the railing, overlooking the center of the square.
Among them, the head of the 1+1 TV Channel, Lebrov, was with an old man with graying hair.
“Who would have thought that in just two years, he’d gather such a following,” commented the old man named Igor, chairman of the Privat Group and a former state governor, “A single ‘Servant of the People,’ and a rescue of women and children, made him the most reputable man in the country.”
Lebrov said, “When I first met Alexandrovich, he was a bit green, but America’s national hero Martin Davis made him grow up quickly.”
Igor felt regretful, “It’s a pity that I didn’t meet Martin Davis last time I was in London.”
Lebrov thought the boss was placing too much importance on him, “Even though Martin Davis holds the title of an American national hero and claims to have a net worth of a billion US dollars, at his core, he’s still just a celebrity…”
Igor raised his hand to interrupt, “You don’t know enough. When I was in London, I had someone investigate Martin Davis in America. The wealth he controls is no less than mine. You should know what this kind of money represents in a place like America. Moreover, his influence throughout America, and even the Western world, is too great.”
Lebrov nodded vigorously, asking, “Are we fully supporting Alexandrovich?”
Igor would have liked to run for office himself, but his notorious reputation, coupled with sanctions from America and other Western countries, meant he had to find a suitable proxy. However, the other candidates were oligarchs who were direct competitors of his.
Apart from Alexandrovich, he had no other suitable options.
Igor said, “Just as I discussed with Alexandrovich, we’ll support him with all our strength. If he succeeds, we can hit our rivals and use him to ease relations with America…”
Like all oligarchs, he was essentially an opportunist, aligning himself wherever the benefits lay.
Lebrov knew that the boss was not suitable to appear in person, which is why he was telling him all this, and immediately replied, “I will coordinate with Alexandrovich’s side.”
Igor nodded, “Don’t let him slip out of our control.”
Lebrov answered, “Yes.”
Igor left the place.
Lebrov saw Alexandrovich and his wife step down from the stage in the square, and the crowd naturally split into two rows to send them off.
This national actor, who fought with oligarchs and corrupt politicians on screen and strived wholeheartedly for the revival of the nation, had won the hearts of the people across the country.
Moreover, with the incident of saving women and children, he would hold unmatched appeal in this country for a long time to come.
And, he would surely receive some support from Western groups.
As long as the Privat Group gave a strong push from behind, his chance of success was quite high.
After seeing the couple get into the car, Lebrov dialed Alexandrovich’s number, and they agreed to meet that evening.
In the moving car, Alexandrovich hung up the phone. Once the car had moved away from the bustling city center, he asked the driver to stop, and said to Orlina, “Let’s take a walk, it’s been a long time since we walked together.”
The December air in Kiev was exceptionally cold, and Orlina quickly wrapped a scarf around him.
The two got out of the car and walked along the desolate road.
Orlina said, “The support from the Privat Group is very significant.”
Alexandrovich looked back at the car, “That’s precisely why there are things I dare not say in front of the driver.”
Orlina knew her husband well and asked softly, “Are you worried about becoming a puppet put forth by Igor?”
Alexandrovich said, “His money and resources are not given without expectations. If I’m elected, I must provide something in return.”
Orlina said, “Isn’t it the same all over the world?”
“I actually have a plan,” Alexandrovich slowly said. “I’ve had this idea since the moment the Privat Group started to support me.”
Orlina looked at him with curiosity.
Alexandrovich smiled, “I haven’t told anyone, just considered it alone. The idea has matured gradually, but the pressure is also heavy.”
Orlina, hoping to become the First Lady, said, “I am willing to help you bear the pressure.”
Alexandrovich lowered his voice, “Igor has ambiguous relations with the East and is increasingly alienated by the Western world. If I become his proxy, will I really have to align with the East in the future? Our efforts in America over the years will all turn to nothing.”
He had already made up his mind, “If I can truly hold power, I plan to use Igor and the Privat Group as my testament, find a way to dismantle them, and hand over the Privat Group to Martin for operation. Martin has a certain degree of influence in Washington, commands great prestige, and has political allies. With such a significant advantage in hand, he will surely be able to build us a smooth channel of communication with America.”
Orlina fully supported, “Your idea is sound, but it will be difficult to implement.”
Alexandrovich took her hand and continued walking forward, “Since I left Kiev to meet Martin in Paris, has any of it been easy?”
