Chapter 264
A pair of polished leather shoes moved swiftly across the red carpet, echoing through a dim hallway before stopping in front of a dark burgundy door.
"Sir."
"Come in."
The man stepped inside, dressed sharply in a suit, bowing respectfully. "Sir, there are tens of thousands protesting outside the Parliament building. They're waving banners and shouting slogans."
Charles's eyes were cold and sharp. "How many times do I have to tell you what to do?"
The man said carefully, "Sir, it's different this time. The crowd is huge. If we send in the SWAT teams, it could spark a full-blown riot."
Charles took a deep breath, suppressing a painful cough. "Violence for violence. If no one dies, they won't take it seriously. People are born to obey. Do it."
"Yes, sir."
As the man left, Charles suddenly clutched his chest, his face contorting with agony. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, his lips pale and tight.
A knock came quicker, more urgent. Charles's voice turned sharp and irritated. "Get in!"

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