My Heart only Beats for You

The veins on Tremaine's forehead bulged.

"Here it comes again!"

Hogan's self-righteous patriotism was never ending! He would babble about this over and over again!

Tremaine looked at Hogan coldly and said, "Please, just say one more word. | will kill you right now. | promise |

will, Hogan!" Hogan knew when to keep his mouth shut.

He stood there, looking directly into Tremaine's eyes without moving an inch.

Tremaine was greatly irritated by this.

First, he sat down on the sofa and drank a cup of coffee. When he looked up, he noticed that Hogan was still

looking at him.

Tremaine got up and walked around the room.

Hogan followed him closely from behind.

He didn't say anything, he simply followed Tremaine around.

Tremaine grew very irritated, and was about to explode.

He turned his head and said angrily, "Hogan, what are you doing? | can't tolerate you anymore!" "Sir, so long as

you agree to not marry Miss Cowell, | will leave immediately. | swear, | will never disturb you again!" Hogan said.

Tremaine sneered.

He looked at Hogan and said, "In your dreams!"

Hogan's expression hadn't changed, "Sir, why must you be so stubborn?!"

"I should be the one asking you that, Mr. Welmert. Why are you being so stubborn?"

"Sir, I'm doing this for Nashaland!"

"You don't need to worry about that! Hogan, don't question my leadership capabilities! | don't need to sacrifice

my marriage to solidify my political status!"

"Sir." Hogan said earnestly, "I don't doubt your leadership. | know no one here would question your outstanding

leadership, but marrying Miss Cowell is not the wise thing to do!"

"Whether it's a wise choice or not, it's not your choice to make, it's mine."

"Sir, even the wisest of leaders can make a wrong decision!"

Looking lofty, Tremaine said, "Don't worry. | never make the wrong decision. Yesseca is the best choice for me."

"Sir, how can she be the best choice for you?" Hogan questioned, "She was born of lowly status and she won't be

of any help to you. How could she be the best choice for you!"

"I love her." Tremaine said confidently. "That's why she's the best choice for me."

Hogan was quiet.

He then thought about Yesseca's appearance.

She had a petite fair face, small facial features, and looked very young, almost child-like in appearance.

Tremaine had really strange taste in women!

"Sir, you'd better reconsider this."

"I don't have to and | won't."

"Sir, you..."

Before Hogan could finish speaking, Tremaine interrupted him. "Alright, Hogan, | don't want to hear any more

nonsense from you tonight. From now on, you don't have to report to the presidential palace every night

anymore. No matter how much tyou spend with me, the result will still be the same. I still want to marry

Yesseca. If you can accept it happily, then on the day when Yesseca and | get married, you can attend the

wedding. If you think it's unacceptable, then on the day of our wedding, you can go wherever you want. I'll end it

here, so think carefully before you say anything

else!"

Hogan felt very conflicted about this.

He knew that Tremaine was very determined about this. He was afraid that it would be a waste of tand

energy to keep pushing this way. He must use a different method.

Hogan didn't respond. He was lost in thought.

Tremaine didn't urge Hogan to answer him. He looked coldly at Hogan without saying a word.

Tslowly passed and soon it was the following morning.

Tremaine finally asked, "Hogan, what do you say to that?"

Hogan raised his head, "Sir, even if | die, | must oppose your marriage to Miss Cowell."

Tremaine cursed in his heart.

He really was an old stubborn man.

"Mr. Welmert, you're still strong and capable. There's no need for you to seek death at your age!" Tremaine said

coldly.

Hogan didn't say anything.

Tremaine glared once more at Hogan, then left.

After Tremaine left, Hogan was about to leave the Quartley Palace.

As soon as he stepped out of the main entrance, someone stopped him.

It was Madam Quartley.

Madam Quartley didn't look very well. She hadn't slept well the night before.

"Mr. Welmert, you saw it last night. Tremaine has gone too far. He madeapologize to that woman in public.

My own grandson! Tremaine has been bewitched by that woman!" Madam Quartley cried out to Hogan.

She hadn't gotten any sleep because of this!

Hogan sighed to himself.

He said, "Madam Quartley, we're no longer discussing last night's incident. That was a small matter. We have to

put it aside. The most important thing now is to stop Mr. Tremaine from marrying Yesseca. This is the most

important thing because the foundation of

Nashaland is at stake."

Madam Quartley's face immediately turned solemn. "Mr. Welmert, you've been speaking to him about this for the

entire night, hasn't he learnt any sense from you?"

Hogan shook his head. His

eyebrows creased together as he

said, "It was. a useless attempt.

Furthermore, Mr. Tremaine has barredfrom returning to the presidential palace. It would

have exhausted his patience.

Madam Quartley panicked.

seem |

She said, "Mr. Welmert, what should we do? Do we really have to watch Tremaine marry that woman?"

"Madam Quartley, don't worry." Hogan said firmly. "I will think of another way. Mr. Tremaine's determination is

much greater than | thought, so | will have to take more extrmeasures!"

Madam Quartley didn't know what Hogan was going to do, but she knew from the way he said ‘extreme

measures’ that it was going to be something truly powerful.

Madam Quartley calmed down. Hogan would cup with a solution. She didn't have to panic. Hogan would

definitely be able to break Yesseca and Tremaine apart. She would wait for Yesseca to be driven out! The

morning sun shone through the windows, and the floor was covered in soft golden light.

Yesseca was sitting on the bed.

Her hair was a little messy, and her eyes had dark circles around them.

She hadn't slept well the night before.

The things Hogan had said to her echoed in her mind. She had had a nightmare because of it.

She dreamed that she had beca monster who would terrorize the country and it's people.

The dream felt very real.

Yesseca stared at her chest and then sighed.

She was just a dried up, flat chested girl. That was a very strange dream for her to have, being a monster who

would hurt all those people!

Even so.

Yesseca squinted her eyes.

The things Hogan had told her...

Yesseca got out of bed, washed up and walked out of the bedroom. This floor had a study with a computer

available. Yesseca had never turned on the computer, but she was prepared to do that today. She wanted to

learn more about Nashaland.

She had been eating, sleeping, and living normally despite all these critics ever since she first cto «

Nashaland. It was tfor her to do something about the issue.