Nick came up to refill the tea for Sam.
Nick was almost fifty years old. He had been following Sam for decades and was his most trusted subordinate.
"Master, do you intend to support Vice-President Johnson to have the power?"
"He has been like that. Do you think he can achieve big things?!"
Sam sneered and put the teacup on the table with force. The tea instantly splashed everywhere.
Nick nodded, calmly pulled out a few paper towels to wipe the tea stains on the table.
"Of course, Vice President Johnson and our young master diverge greatly. The most suitable person to be the President must be our young master! But Master, you know the temperament of the young master.
Since the Lady passed away a few years ago, the young master has been devoting to the medicine. He has made the Grain
