CHAPTER 147: MEET THE PRESIDENT ( TOM’S POV )

"No, thanks. Aren’t you Lucrezia’s boy toy?"

"I was."

"So why should I trust you?"

"I am a great lawyer."

"Why would that matter? I’m not getting sued, I’m running for president."

"Which is exactly why you need me. Look, Mister Alpin, you can let me help or you can throw me away. But a smart man would at least keep me at arm’s reach and unravel me from Lucrezia’s secrets."

"Are you suggesting I am not a smart man, Hexley?"

"Well, you haven’t thrown me out yet."

Thymoth Alpin’s raggy chuckle filled the room.

When I first saw him at the first presidential party the elite organised to network with whoever will be the next president—

You know, a bunch of criminals digging their way through a presidential pardon in case their business goes bad—

He seemed rather irritated.

Dressed in a Cartier suit, wearing a watch that clearly was causing him a rash.

It might have been a prank or an ill outburst of the designer. After all, no matter how good the public image was in the large spectrum of population, the brands were only interested in the modern aristocracy.

Since a normal civilian can’t afford their prices.

And what brand would want a commoner wearing its design?

But I digress, the man could be allergic to diamonds or the chemical cure they’ve been treated with to spark that blinding.

Standing at 6 feet tall, with a nicely trimmed beard and more wrinkles than his competitors, Thymoth was still looking better than half-botox mummies in here.

His age was showing gracefully.

Even now, outside the fancy suit, just in a normal one, probably bought and tailored after on a fidelity discount, he had this grace aura just gravitating around him.

This was for sure the future president and I will not let him be torn down by Lucrezia.

"Sit. I’ll hear you out."

"Thank you."

"So? Are you gonna bait me with a dirty secret or do you have another strategy?"

"Are you always this distrustful, Mister Alpin?"

"Tic Tac, your time is running out, Hexlay."

"Call me Tom, please. I don’t have any concealed plan, Mister Alpin. I am a beta from a regular family. Lower class than you."

"A sob story? That’s unexpected from you."

"What I am trying to say is that I care about the civilians. Lucrezia has a plan to kill half of them and weaponize the other half, forcing the lower class to go extinct."

"That’s ridiculous. With the lower class gone, the now middle class would just replace it. The value of money and assets will drop. There is no logic behind this act. Every class has its functionality."

"Well, Mister Alpin, you are smarter than the other 80% of the aristocracy."

"Tell me something I don’t know, Tom."

"Oh, I am about to."

"Thymoth. You’re interesting enough to call me by my name."

"Thank you. As for the reason why Lucrezia proposed and it’s about to imply this baseless plan is rather simple— the extinction of omegas. Make them asset goods. Expensive and desired."

"Does she have illegal gardens?"

"No. But she is smart. Figured out that alphas need their ruts spent with omegas. By owning the omegas, all the political favors and even presidential pardons would be managed by her. S-x is power."

"Intriguing notion. Stupid and very omegaphobe, but intriguing. Still doesn’t explain why you are here."

"I want to stop her."

"But not because you care about the lower class."

"I care about Lucrezia’s fall. And just accusing her of a murder won’t even make a dent in her reputation."

"Murder?"

"There is only so much I can tell you, Thymoth, before being sure that I have your grace."

"My grace? Oh, this is going to run deep, won’t it?"

"You have no idea."

"Fine, what do you want from me?"

"Not much. I want to be your consultant and I want you to stay away from Lucrezia."

"So you want to be my assistant?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I am gonna make sure you win. And once you do, you won’t grant Lucrezia the presidential pardon."

"Suspiciously selfless."

"I am not done."

"Hah."

"I want you to revoke the poisonous omega law."

"Oh, you are also interested in Luther Wilkers, aren’t you?"

"Yes."

"The political scene has been haunted by him since his father’s death. I can’t help but wonder why. Anyway, even if I revoke it, he will still be under the charge of murdering his father."

"No, he won’t."

"I can’t grant him a presidential pardon without ruining my reputation."

"There will be no need for that."

Thymoth tapped his finger on the desk a few times before bursting into chuckles.

As expected from him, he was smart enough to figure it out.

"Got proof?"

"Would I be running my mouth if not? I’m pretty sure she can bury me and my whole career."

"Hah, Tom, I am starting to like you."

"Oh, you’re gonna love me soon enough. Not only do I have proof that she killed the Prime Minister, that she is behind the plan to kill all omegas, but I also have about four to five felonies that were buried by your competitors."

Thymoth changed his eye color from green to an icy blue. Terrifying.

Powerful.

Determined.

Perfect for my needs.

"So, Thymoth, do we have a deal?"

"Of course. One question. What will happen if your boyfriend gets caught first?"

"I’ll deal with it."

"How?"

"You said it yourself. The political scenery is filled with fools in love with Luther. Even in Lucrezia’s grip, he will be protected enough."

"Claus and Killian."

"Emiliano as well."

"Sanchez? He is merely a legend."

"Yeah, then we should start looking for dragons as well. He is real. And more dangerous than Lucrezia."

"How come you don’t want to destroy him first?"

"He’s just an idiot in love. I can deal with him later."

"Sanchez? In love?"

I couldn’t help but laugh.

"Didn’t you hear? Luther wifed him up!"