Chapter 207 Grant's Fate
As he got closer, Diana jumped to the side of the bed like a startled cat, looking like she was ready to face off with an enemy. "What are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Charles glanced at her, then just snorted without a word.
He turned away, lifted the quilt, and lay down.
Diana suddenly remembered what Kennedy had said earlier.
No way! Was he really going to sleep in this bed?
This bed and quilt were specially prepared by Kennedy for guests, with a cute cartoon bear print on the duvet cover, sun-dried to be fluffy and soft, making it super comfy to sleep in.
She had only slept in it for one night before Charles took it over.
Plus, his tall and large frame, combined with this cute style, was just too weird and uncomfortable.
She frowned, moved to the door, and turned the lock to leave.
She didn't want to stay in the same room with Charles.
But the next second, Charles, lying on the bed, spoke, "I'm a patient, so you should take care of me."
Diana paused and mimicked his tone, "I'm pregnant; I can't get infected."
Charles paused, then turned over with his back to Diana, "Then hurry up and leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the door opening came from behind him. He was the only one left in the room.
Charles closed his eyes, burying the lower half of his face in the quilt.
His nostrils were filled with the soft, sweet scent from Diana, not overpowering, but rather comforting.
At this time, the fever medicine also took effect, and sleepiness overcame him. He quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, the intelligence department of the Rainbow Federation was extremely busy.
After Diana handed over the evidence of the spy leaking secrets to Dean, the intelligence department received a whistleblower letter.
In addition to the personnel and evidence, they even thoroughly investigated everything the spy had done in the past.
After the spy was caught, the political circles of the Rainbow Federation were shocked. It was hard to imagine that such a high-ranking military official was actually a spy!
Officials who had close ties with him were also implicated, all suspended and investigated, leading to the uncovering of many corrupt individuals.
The officials of Evergreen City were reshuffled because of a whistleblower letter.
At the end of the letter, there was a string of red words: [A small gift, insignificant.]
The letter was signed "A".
Grant and Hestia were caught a bit later than the spy.
The two did not stay long in the Rainbow Federation due to the re-election of the presidium members.
After returning to the Sword of Damocles, they quickly handed over the secrets to the buyer.
On the day of the presidium re-election, Hestia, dressed exquisitely, stood with Grant, looking like a perfect couple.
They had already greased the wheels within the presidium, and as long as Grant could become a new member, their future would be promising.
"I'm a bit scared, Shine, my heart is uneasy." Since returning to the Sword of Damocles, Hestia had become paranoid.
She had lost count of how many times she had said such things.
At this critical moment, with almost everyone in the Sword of Damocles watching them, Grant couldn't show her a bad expression.
He gently comforted her, "Hestia, don't be afraid. Everything is going smoothly now. Once I become a presidium member, we'll go on a trip, okay? Consider it a honeymoon."
Hestia squeezed his hand and forced a smile.
She had been dreaming of Sophia for several nights. In her dreams, Sophia came back, strangled her, and demanded to know why she had poisoned her.
The feeling of suffocation was so real that she woke up gasping for breath, trying to alleviate the aftereffects of the nightmare.
Seeing Hestia smile, Grant said no more.
Soon, he would go on stage as one of the candidates to deliver his campaign speech.
"Next up, please welcome the next candidate—Shine."
In the Sword of Damocles, everyone used their code names, even now.
Hearing his name, Grant walked towards the stage under everyone's gaze.
He couldn't help but smile. These procedures were just for show; after all, those old guys would vote for him in the end.
Grant adjusted the microphone and confidently greeted everyone.
But before he could continue, the speaker connected to the microphone suddenly emitted a sharp screech, causing everyone below to frown and cover their ears.
Grant was startled and moved the microphone away, and the noise finally quieted down.
But then, after a burst of static, the speaker began to play automatically. "Rest assured, this cooperation will be strictly confidential. You know the reputation of the Sword of Damocles."
Everyone quickly recognized that it was Grant's voice.
They looked at each other, not understanding what was happening.
But Hestia immediately reacted, rushing to the speaker area and pulling out all the visible plugs.
She even managed to turn off several lights in the venue, but the one above Grant's head remained brightly lit.
A beam of light shone down on him, combined with the ongoing recording, giving it a theatrical feel.
"Of course, we've been working together for so long, and I know Mr. Miller's and Ms. Sharp's capabilities. Otherwise, those secrets wouldn't have been sent out."
"You're too kind, we're just business people."
The humble female voice was Hestia's.
Hearing this, Grant finally realized what was happening. He waved his hands and shouted, "No, it's not like that. Who's controlling the speaker system! This is slander!"
But the people below were not fools. Those who already disliked them were now glaring at them.
From the recording, they quickly deduced that Grant and Hestia were involved in selling secrets.
Hackers were already a shady industry, working for employers like mercenaries.
Once the job was done, they would disappear without a trace, leaving no evidence behind.
As the head of the Sword of Damocles, Sophia had always upheld the principle of never engaging in the sale of national secrets.
It wasn't about political correctness but about preventing the Sword of Damocles from heading towards destruction.
Once someone started, this supply chain would involve many countries.
The ones who would suffer would be ordinary civilians.
Hackers were also people, with families and friends.
Selling secrets would not only plant the seeds of war but also put them on the radar of international organizations, leading to their complete eradication.
And now, Grant and Hestia had openly crossed the line, even exposing the existence of the Sword of Damocles.
If such people became presidium members, the entire Sword of Damocles would head towards destruction.
As the recording ended, a melodious male voice sounded from the door. Dean, holding a laptop in his right hand, was typing quickly with his left.
"The Sword of Damocles strictly prohibits involvement in the sale of national secrets. Grant! How dare you do such a thing!"
These words were like boulders, pressing down on Grant, making it hard for him to breathe.
It was over.
Dean was Sophia's best friend, as close as siblings.
Grant had always been wary of him staying in the Sword of Damocles, planning to suppress him once he was in power. He never expected Dean to set him up!
At this moment, a member of the presidium below spoke, "This is no small matter, Dean. Where did you get this recording? If it's true, both of them must be handed over to the international police."
Dean raised an eyebrow and shouted, "Of course..."
"You're lying! Dean, how could you do such a thing?"
Grant's mind was racing. He had to take control of the situation and not let Dean continue speaking.
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