The Dangerous Wealthy Punk

Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Eight

Mrs. Janeth approached, a timid smile on her lips, and was greeted excitedly by the crowd. Her calm strength was undeniable, yet occasionally her humble attitude belied her sharp mind. George's gushing compliments made her flush, a stark contrast to the steely resolve in her stare.

Mrs. Janeth grabbed the microphone from George; it was a modest instrument yet it carried weight. "Thank you, George," she murmured, glancing over the joyful expressions. "This is an immense honor, a responsibility I don't take lightly."

She paused to consider what she had just said. "Everyone has access to basic necessities including food, water, healthcare, and education in George's ideal society. Do all of us experience this dream, is it not the case?

A collective giggle went through the group. The wife, Janeth, nodded. But dreams are not enough on their own. To realize our objective, we must operate as a unified team, a well-oiled machine."

The soft glow of the studio lights cast a pleasing