Miss President wants to talk to you

So that's the reason. It's okay, he had already come up with a convenient excuse.

After all, Mason did not have concrete evidence to prove that he did these things.

If you just delay for a few days and wait until you have everything under control, you won't have to worry about anything.

“Mr. Mason, you’ve misunderstood…”

Wilkes opened his mouth, about to explain.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Eleanor behind him slammed his hand on the table.

"Hey! How can you talk like that?!"

Eleanor pointed at Mason's nose and started cursing.

"Who do you think you are? Daring to put on airs in front of Mr. Wilkes?"

"Apologize right now, or you'll regret it!"

Mason was dumbfounded.

Holy crap.

For so many years, no one has dared to speak to me like that.

Now, one of Wilkes's bodyguards is actually humiliating him to his face?

Wilkes realized something was wrong and quickly told Eleanor to shut up.

Eleanor, however, looked unconvinced.

"Mr. Wilkes, why are you being so polite with him?"

"Who are you now? Do you still need to be subservient to a mining boss?"

"Using his explosives is giving him face!"

"He actually dares to come to you demanding an explanation? He's utterly ungrateful!"

good good!

Mason was genuinely so angry he laughed.

So, Wilkes, you've gotten too big for your britches and don't even respect me anymore?

Do you really think you can control me, Caleb Mason, with a mining accident as leverage?

"Wilks, aren't you taking yourself way too seriously?"

Mason said coldly, "In the end, you're just an electricity seller who has a few dirty deeds on his hands, and you dare to ride on our heads?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

"It's just a mining accident that killed a few people. I was able to handle it before, and even if it gets exposed, I can still handle it again!"

"Get your place clear!"

"What president? That sounds nice."

"At best, you're nothing more than a dog kept by the Cobb family!"

Wilkes' eyes widened suddenly.

"Mason!"

He roared, "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! You..."

"Pah! I'm cursing you! You dog, you dog, you dog!"

Mason showed no mercy, tearing Wilkes's dignity to shreds.

"In short, if you really did the Washington bombing, I'll hand you over when the FBI contacts me!"

Finally, Mason left with these words and took Osborne with him.

Wilkes stood by the table, his face terrifyingly pale.

Eleanor leaned closer: "Sir, did you hear that? Mason just said you're a dog! Who leaked the information? How did he know you were...?"

"You don't need to repeat yourself!!!"

Wilkes roared, wondering if his subordinate was missing a screw.

If you repeat what others say to me, doesn't that mean you're also saying something to me?

However, Wilkes was not in the mood to deal with Eleanor at the moment.

Mason's words just now really hurt him.

Over the years, Wilkes has indeed kept a low profile and tried to integrate into the elite class of the South.

But only now does he realize that they never considered him one of their own!

It seems we must obtain evidence immediately.

As long as the evidence is in hand.

He would no longer have to put up with Mason's attitude.

Even the entire Confederate States of America.

We all need to reconsider what attitude we should have towards ourselves!

"Get the car ready!"

Wilkes raised his head, his expression resolute.

"Head to Green County immediately and retrieve the evidence left behind by Gus!"

……

the other side.

Mason sat in the car, his brow furrowed.

In fact, there was one thing he could never understand.

Wilkes only took the explosives from him.

However, explosives alone are clearly far from enough to carry out an attack in Washington, D.C.

There are too many joints that need to be cleared in the middle.

How did Wilkes resolve all of this?

Mason was thinking.

Suddenly, another convoy appeared on the road ahead.

Mason hadn't paid any attention to it at first.

But as he got closer, he recognized the car at the very front.

That's Henry Holt's car.

Holt controlled several important highways in the South and ran a large transportation company.

The two didn't have a particularly good relationship, but they knew each other.

the most important is.

Holt was heading straight for Wilkes Manor.

What is he going to do with Wilkes at this time?

Mason's heart skipped a beat.

"parking."

The driver parked the car on the side of the road.

The convoy on the opposite side also stopped.

A moment later, Holt opened the car door and got out.

"Mason?"

He frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I just went to see Wilkes."

Mason replied, "And you?"

Holt did not answer directly.

"I also have some things I need to talk to him about."

Some things?

Mason suddenly asked, "Could it be that Wilkes asked you for a favor?"

Upon hearing this, Holt's expression changed slightly.

Although she quickly returned to normal, Mason still noticed her.

There was definitely a problem!

“What are you talking about?” Holt retorted.

A few days ago.

Mason said, "Wilks took a batch of explosives from me."

Holt tentatively asked, "The batch from Washington?"

really!

Mason countered, "You were involved too, weren't you?"

"I was fooled by Wilkes!"

Holt said indignantly, "He only asked me to provide a few cars and some drivers familiar with the northern roads, and I just agreed without thinking."

It turned out to be the case.