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Everything was ready, Wang Ye gestured for everyone to step back, seated alone in front of the large living room's bay window, lit a cigar, and leisurely observed the scenery outside while mentally going through today's itinerary.
When the clock struck eleven forty, Bakova came over, bowed and whispered, "Boss, it's time to set off."
She, too, had been an "old-timer" following Wang Ye around for many years, witnessing his rise from a mere Congressman to the pinnacle of power!
Truth be told, she might have been even more excited than Wang Ye himself recently.
Wang Ye extinguished the cigar in his hand, stood up and took a deep breath, nodded, and then turned to walk out of the hall.
Outside the door, a sleek, glossy black stretched Jaguar was parked in the small square, and beside it stood Korokolli in military dress uniform with a large-brimmed hat, who would soon escort Wang Ye to the Kremlin.
