Mrs. Sweet couldn't help snapping right then, "We're talking about your life! Think about it more prudently, alright? Sure, you have a successful career, and you have all the royalties you need to keep you rich. But you still have to work on your personal life—otherwise, where will all your wealth and royalties go? Will anyone be there to inherit it?"Tanya groaned. "If I have kids, they will inherit it. If I don't, my lawyers can donate everything I have to charity after I die.""That won't do!" Mrs. Sweet cried, her eyes red in frustration. "You know how bad it gets when A-listers stay single when they age out. There are always so many smooth-talkers and syndicates buzzing around them like flies, waiting to pounce on their wealth, you'd think they are a premium steak on the table waiting to be eaten. I refuse to see you suffer like that when you get old!"Tanya sighed, her tone solemn as she replied, "Mom, I'm only in my thirties—I really don't want to think about those things you

Tanya smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Wade!"Done with greetings, Charlie hence said, "I'm sure the terrorist raid must have soured your mood, Ms. Sweet. After your French concert and if you're still interested in taking a vacation here in the Maldives, you should come here to Randheli."After the last batch of guests check out, the island would be closed to the public. I'll be arranging for the Ten Thousand Armies to set up a base here, so it will be absolutely safe if you decide to visit again.""Wait, Cheval Blanc Randheli is shutting down?" Tanya exclaimed in surprise. "But the resort just opened a few years ago?"Charlie grinned. "Bernard's giving me two islands for saving his life, including Randheli. Just think of this isle as your private property—call us ahead of time, and someone will sort the rest out."Delighted, Tanya pressed, "You will be coming over often too, Mr. Wade?"Charlie smiled. "We'll see—it's convenient, so perhaps."In his mind, he and Claire only we

The press below the stage were left shocked and troubled by Bernard's statement, with some foreign journalists reclining against their seats like they were ready for a good show.The American journalists were naturally scowling at the preferential treatment.They didn't really care about the money as 200 million USD was really nothing to them. Hell, forget any counter-terrorism movement; that's not even enough to cover the cost of a single counter-terrorism operation. Even so, for the press, they were willing to forget the money—but what was with that antagonizing attitude?Hence, an American journalist demanded indignantly, "Mr. Arnault, why did you single out the US in your donation? We've been the global leader in counter-terrorism measures and operations, and no one understands terrorism better than we do. Your bias is simply uncalled for."Bernard looked him in the eye and dissed, "The way you talk reminds me of an old friend, and I'd avoid saying his name here."The other

After the interview at the airport, Bernard was accompanied by UN officials straight to UN HQ when the major media outlets received instructions from Washington.And the orders were simple: smear Bernard's name as much as they could.While the American media prided themselves with press freedom, their press were in reality controlled by moguls based in Silicon Valley and Wall street. Profit driven, they would fabricate fake news and twist the facts to curry favor with Washington.Even though the president himself denounced fake news before taking office, they were basically a toilet seat to him. When he could use them, he'd be using them all day every day to shit with pleasure. When he couldn't, he'd just complain about how much they stink.As most media outlets were afraid to make an enemy of the president these days, they were all the more eager to smear Bernard when he was clearly antagonizing the whole country. And with such explicit instructions, everyone was happy to get payb

Taking a pause and looking around at the press below the stage, Bernard then continued, "As everyone may be aware, a horrific terrorist attack that would leave the world in shock almost transpired a few days ago in Randheli. "But at the very last moment, I managed to tempt their mastermind with wealth, barely saving myself, my wife, Ms. Tanya Sweet, as well as hundreds of guests and staff members on the island."I thought I had lived far removed from terror incidents, only to understand afterward that the threat lies right beside everyone! And it's not just confined to certain regions—terror can reach even a remote resort island!"That's why I'm standing here, in the spotlight, hoping to take part in the fight against terror with my donation and physical contribution…"Trailing off, Bernard then bellowed in loud, righteous indignation!"I won't lie! Many have asked me if I'm not afraid of reprisals, slander, or even assassination for standing against terrorism and the hands feedi