"Boss."
Maria saw Casare and happily opened her arms for a hug. Casare had a gentle smile and stepped forward to gently stroke the little girl's hair.
Victor patted his daughter's back, and Belsaria got up knowingly, taking a somewhat reluctant Maria from her husband's arms. At the same time, she waved to Bruto, "Kids, let's go check out the little tomatoes we planted yesterday in the garden."
Donald also stood up, nodded slightly to Casare, and left the living room with his daughter and grandchildren.
The door was gently closed.
Victor lit a Marlboro. Even now, he still liked smoking this brand of cigarette. It was cheap but strong.
"Go ahead, what's the latest trouble?"
"In the mountainous area between Oaxaca and Chiapas, those remnants of the Zapatista National Liberation Front have resurfaced."
Victor frowned: "Remnants? Didn't we wipe them out?"
