Life at the Top

He thought back to the piece of information he had learned from one of his men whom he had placed among his clansmen, many foreigners have been in contact with the elders of the Kurt family.

“I see… I knew you wouldn’t have dared to overthrow me if you hadn’t already found someone powerful to support you,” Kimbra muttered to himself.

If Kimbra could gain the Rothchilds’ support, then so could everyone else with other powerful groups.

For the first time, Kimbra understood what it meant to feel afraid.

Kimbra looked at the protesters furiously. He felt the sudden urge to call the guards in and shoot all of them dead.

their blood splattered across the tiles like New Year’s Eve fireworks. Yet, all he did was

he have anyone shot. For he knew that each and every one of those protesting were more than just themselves, they were also representatives for the powerful people supporting them. To hurt any one of them would be

Rothschilds and the Freemasons might not fear those powerful forces, but Kimbra certainly did and he was but the Rothschilds’ representative. Even if he managed to make enough profit for the Rothschilds, Kimbra knew that they would still discard him in a heartbeat,

felt a wave of despair

not the only one who had their eyes on Qari’s petroleum fields. There was no doubt that the United States would end up owning a majority of What was harvested, and these other forces would do everything to get their hands on What was left, including the Kurt

and you’re already so eager to overthrow me, hmm?

Kimbra glared at everyone.

had so openly revealed who he was working for. He had brought

behalf, Kimbra knew it would affect how others treated him, so he had never spoken it aloud before