Even with the Left Military Governorate subtly increasing shale oil production each passing year, the IRS would just ignore that. However, they were always monitoring closely every cent flowing in and out of their organization. Naturally, an increase in oil production means hundreds of millions in additional profits, but it couldn't be sold through standard distributors, since they had to keep it secret from Fleur Griffin.That was why the Left Military Governorate would first sell their stock to the Gettys off the books, who would then smuggle the oil to their own refinery. They would then inflate the numbers as they mixed the acquired oil with what they had themselves, and then sell it through standard distributors.After refinement, the oil would be distributed through Getty's global network and, through multiple rounds of transactions, eventually converted into untraceable commodities like gold or cash.And with this gray connection tying them together, David Getty—Wallis' hus

Horus smiled and nodded in satisfaction. "No problem! Allow me to thank you at the outset, Mr. Getty!" He was certainly confident about their move because calling Rachel's information an insider tip was an understatement, when the Rothschild ruled America and the international oil market. While everyone else was busy predicting market trends, they moved the market itself. If this tip somehow still failed them, there was really nothing in this world to believe in.With a million tons of crude oil and should price increase by ten percent, that was a profit of over thirty USD per ton even with the premium paid to the Gettys. And with the ready stock waiting in Esteban's warehouse, that was over a hundred million waiting to be made.After finalizing the details with David, Horus left with both Wallis and David escorting him to the pier, after which he got on his two-deck yacht alone.Naturally, Horus wasn't aware that he had a passenger on board, as Charlie had hidden below deck, wh

Charlie smiled and nodded. "I wasn't going to kill you anyway. Keeping you alive works for me."Horus sighed in relief and quickly said, "Don't worry—I'll be your informant from the inside, and inform you right away if the Left Military Governorate makes any moves!"Charlie nodded again and asked, "Are the elders of the Qing Eliminating Society here?"Horus didn't wait to shake his head. "No, they are always elusive and we don't know what happens to them."Charlie chuckled. "Really?"Horus said bluntly, "It's the truth! The absolute truth! Scout's honor!"Charlie pursed his lips in disdain. "There's no need. I have ways to make you tell the truth."Horus's heart skipped a beat when he saw the cold flash in Charlie's eyes, but Charlie's Reiki had seized his mind even before he could speak."I'll ask again," he growled icily. "Have your elders come Stateside?!""Yes, the second elder has been touring the country for a while," Horus promptly replied, and much more respectfully th

The Rothschilds had already sent their Washington-based lobbyists to the White House.As the family preferred to keep things quiet with whatever they did, their direct associates and publicly acknowledged executives rarely reached out to officials directly. Instead, they had lobbyists they groomed meticulously, who held staff positions in the White House.While they were clerks, assistants, or deputy heads of departments in the building, they had a job in name only. Instead, their main tasks were to facilitate communications between the Rothschilds and any high-ranking official as required, or confer with the president as a spokesperson for the family if necessary.The man spent his weekdays staying in the building on the second floor—his primary residence. Since he was around in the evening, most of the White House staff would work late into the night, including the Rothschilds' lobbyists.Once Steve made his phone call, the lobbyists immediately headed to the president's private

Rachel naturally never expected the privilege of such proportions, and was in her room studying when a Praetor knocked on her door.A dorm mate of hers—a fellow Scholar—answered the door. Not recognizing the Praetor, she asked in confusion, "Looking for someone?"However, the Praetor strode in directly before the Scholar could reach her, and she felt herself being shoved away as if repelled by a magnetic field.Knowing right away that the other woman was someone important from the governorate, the Scholar tensed up right then and closed the door behind the Praetor.Then, dropping one knee, she greeted the Praetor reverently, "My Lady." The other two Scholars who were reading in the living room sprang up like startled birds right then, both of them quickly mimicking their fellow Scholar as they knelt before the Praetor in greeting.After all, every Scholar understood that the Praetor was high-ranking enough that they must be greeted with reverence as soon as they arrived behind