"This was all his calculation!"
Greenfield was practically gnashing his teeth as he spoke excitedly.
Hakeem's expression grew darker with Greenfield's narrative.
This possibility was not something he hadn't thought of, but hearing it so blatantly from Greenfield's mouth sent a chilling shiver down his spine.
He seemed to foresee Aguilar's complete betrayal, putting the knife to the neck of the entire Democratic Party, especially his own, Hakeem's neck.
"You're right, we have to be wary of him." Hakeem's voice was somewhat hoarse. He stood up and paced the office, as if digesting this terrifying hypothesis.
After walking two laps, he stopped and waved at Greenfield, "You should go back now."
Greenfield nodded, said no more, got up, and left the office.
The moment his face disappeared from the crack of the door, the ferocious and resentful expression instantly vanished, replaced by a sly, sinister smile.
