Bianca saw the determination in Nathan's eyes, and she knew this wasn’t just politics for him; this was personal. Prescott was more than just a city; it was his home, and the idea of Darius manipulating the people’s pain for political gain was something Nathan couldn’t, and wouldn’t, let slide.Bianca nodded slowly, feeling her own resolve harden. “I’ll dig into it. I’ll find every piece of evidence showing Darius’s involvement with that pollution. If he and his allies are responsible for the condition of the eastern district, we’ll make sure the public knows the truth.”“Thank you, Bianca,” Nathan said, his voice low but intense. “I need someone I trust on this—someone who knows where to look and won’t back down.”She gave him a confident smile. “I won’t let you down.”Nathan nodded, his eyes returning to the screen where Darius’s campaign was still running. “The eastern district deserves better than lies and broken promises,” Nathan continued, and a sly smile crept onto his face. "

Bianca’s heart clenched, but she have a reassuring smile. “Yes, sweetheart. I promise you, we’re here to help. You’re so brave, you know that?”The girl’s smile grew as she glanced back at her father. “Daddy says I’m his little warrior.”Bianca felt a lump form in her throat as she listened. “You are his little warrior. And you know what? Warriors like you inspire people. You’re going to help us turn this part of the country around.”The girl’s small fingers tightened around Bianca’s hand, and she leaned her head back, looking at her father. “Daddy, are they really going to help us?”Her father’s face was a mix of love and heartbreak as he nodded, his voice barely steady. “Yes, baby. These people… they’re going to make sure everyone knows what’s happening here. They’re going to make it right.”The girl’s eyes gleamed with hope. “Does that mean... they’ll make it better for everyone here?”Bianca felt a wave of emotion wash over her as she heard the question. She could see that the gir

It was night, and Bianca’s men huddled in shadows by the secluded road leading to the dump site.The air was heavy with tension as they rotated shifts, always keeping an eye on the gravel road, which was their only way of exposing Darius.They had been there for weeks, patiently waiting and planning.They had stationed themselves strategically behind trees and parked rusted-out trucks long abandoned on the road’s edge.Armed with cameras and flashlights, they were ready to capture any evidence that could bring Darius to his knees.One night, around 2 a.m., the stillness of the forest was shattered by the distant rumbling of an engine.The men on duty immediately alerted themselves as the headlights grew brighter while the truck rolled down the road toward the dump site.“Truck incoming,” one of the men whispered urgently into the radio. “Looks like they’re heading toward the site. Over.”Another voice crackled back, laced with excitement and anticipation. “Keep your position. Over.”O

Bianca straightened her suit with a smile. “There’s someone here who wants to see you, Lord Cloud.”Nathan’s brow furrowed slightly as he was caught off guard. “Now?”She nodded, her tone softening. “Yes. He insisted. And I thought you might want to hear what he has to say.”She gestured, and the door opened, and a man entered.It was the man whose daughter had been diagnosed with cancer.Because of Lord Cloud, his daughter was now going to get better.The man approached Nathan’s desk, hesitating before speaking.“Lord Cloud,” his voice was filled with emotion as he began."It's such a pleasure to meet you in person… you saved my little girl’s life.""Thank you so much, sir. Without your support, we would never have been able to afford the treatment.”Nathan’s gaze softened, and he rose from his chair, extending a hand to the man. “You don't need to thank me,” he said, sincerity filling his voice. “In fact, I should be thanking you…”The man's brows furrowed.How could Lord Cloud be t

“Lord Cloud! Do you have a statement about your opponent, Darius?”“Lord Cloud, what are your plans for Prescott if you’re elected?”“How do you respond to claims that your campaign is an attack on Darius?”Nathan held up his hand, commanding the crowd’s attention. “Thank you all for your questions, but I’ll be addressing everything shortly during the debate. For now, I’m reserving any comment.”His voice was calm, but the crowd could sense from his demeanor that Nathan had plans for today's debate.Just then, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb—Darius. The reporters immediately shifted, redirecting their focus toward him as he stepped out with his usual smug confidence.He adjusted his cufflinks nonchalantly as though today was just another day in his charmed life.Darius gave Nathan a brief, disdainful glance before turning to the reporters with an easy smirk. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice smooth and practiced, “I appreciate the enthusiasm. Prescott deserves a lead