My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey)

Before Hogan left, Madam Quartley said to Hogan deliberately, "Do you want to meet that woman? If you do, I can ask her here right now." Hogan's face was full of disdain.

He was the third generation in his family to hold the title of senior official. He was of no ordinary status, and regular people did not deserve his attention, much less a mere servant. Hogan said coldly, "I'll go and meet Mr. Tremaine."

Yuliana came over.

While Hogan was still there, it was not appropriate for her to come over and listen in on the conversation. Now that Hogan was gone, Yuliana came in immediately and asked Madam Quartley about Hogan's opinion. "He agrees that Tremaine can't marry her."

Yuliana breathed a sigh of relief.

She said, "Madam Quartley, I told you Tremaine was going to marry her, but you brushed me off and called me unreliable. Now you probably believe me, right?"

Although Yuliana seemed to complain, her voice was so soft that Madam Quartley didn't feel disgusted or irritated by it.

"Yuliana, I blamed you for no reason." Madam Quartley didn't forget about her previous criticism of Yuliana.

How was she to know that Tremaine would change his mind only a few hours after he said that he would not marry Yesseca. That was certainly beyond what she was expecting.

"It's fine. As long as Tremaine doesn't marry Yesseca, I'm okay with going through the trouble."

Madam Quartley cast an admiring glance at Yuliana.

Yuliana was a good wife.

By right, this should have nothing to do with her, so she didn't have to get involved. However, Yuliana was still concerned...

"Yuliana must care a lot for the Quartley family's reputation to be doing all this for Tremaine's sake," Madam Quartley thought to herself.

At the President's Office.

Hogan met with Tremaine.

"Sir, I have been informed that you're getting married." "Yes." Tremaine fixed his eyes on the document in his hand with a calm look. Hogan suppressed his emotions and asked, "Can I ask why I was not informed on such an important matter?"

"Haven't you already been notified?"

"Sir..." Hogan was speechless by Tremaine's words.

After a while, he said, "Mr. Tremaine, the information about this woman hasn't been sent to the cabinet yet. We need to discuss it." Tremaine put down the document.

He looked up at Hogan.

"Mr. Welmert." Although Hogan was Tremaine's subordinate to him as a president, Tremaine often called Hogan "Mr. Welmert" when no one was around out of respect.

"There is no need to send her information and identity over because she doesn't have any family background. She's merely an ordinary girl. There is nothing for the cabinet to discuss." Tremaine's words had depth and held a heavy weight.

Hogan's heart jolted.

No wonder Madam Quartley had asked for his help for the very first time. Judging from Tremaine's tone, it seemed like he was dead serious.

He had to persuade Tremaine.

For Nashaland and for Tremaine's reputation.

After thinking for a while, Hogan said, "Sir, I heard that the woman had been a servant of the Quartley family."

Tremaine's eyes flashed sharply.

He stared at Hogan and said in a deeper voice, "So, my grandma told you."

Internally, Hogan laughed bitterly.

Tremaine was as smart as ever.

Hogan knew he couldn't hide it, so he admitted it, "Yes, she looked for me, but she is only doing this for your own good." Tremaine didn't speak.

His thin lips formed a straight line.

Hogan continued, "I know there are some things you don't like to hear, but I still have to remind you that you are no ordinary citizen. You are the president of a country, and must choose wisely on the matter of your partner for marriage. You must find a woman who can be your equal as your other half."

Tremaine glanced at Hogan and said, "She and I are a perfect match. There is no better woman in the world than her." Hogan let the words simmer.

He couldn't help and raised his voice. "Mr. Tremaine, what are you talking about? How can a maid reach the height of your status?"

"A servant or maid isn't a good match for me?" Tremaine asked.

"Of course." Hogan's tone was firm.

Tremaine sneered. "Nashaland's values state that all of us are equal, but now you're telling me that a servant and I are not a good match?" Hogan was struck mute for a moment.

He shook his head. "Sir, this was how it was written on paper, but in reality, a servant really isn't a good match to a president."

Tremaine's eyes became sharper, "Mr. Welmert, do you mean that the government has been fooling the people?"

Hogan's cold sweat was about to drip down.

He couldn't stand such an accusation.

"Mr. Tremaine, of course I didn't mean that."

"Good," Tremaine said, "If you didn't mean that, then you must have nothing else to say."

How could Hogan just give up?

He stood there thinking for a moment before he said, "Mr. Tremaine, let's put aside the question of whether or not the marriage is suitable. The marriage of the president of a country has to consider the political factors, and it is obviously not acceptable to marry a servant. Mr. Tremaine, the cabinet has convened a meeting before this. We all agreed that it'd be most befitting for you to marry the daughter of the president of

Megeland, as it would be beneficial

to both you and Nashaland."

"Oh." Tremaine glanced at Hogan. "Mr. Welmert, are insinuating that I need a woman to maintain my regime in Nashaland?"

Hogan's heart was conflicted.

He couldn't stand nor take the accusations Tremaine was dishing out.

He knew that Tremaine was someone who spoke sparsely

unless the situation called for it, but he also knew that Tremaine was

elin

good with words. Back in his university days, Tremaine had snagged all the championship titles

of his debate competitions.

The conversation they were having indeed felt like a debate.

It was clearly Tremaine's fault, but somehow he still managed to have gained the upper hand and painted Hogan as the bad guy.

"Mr. Tremaine, everything I'm trying to do comes from the bottom of my heart, for both you and the country's sake!" Since he couldn't persuade Tremaine, Hogan decided to use his part as a "loyal official" to move Tremaine. Tremaine's gaze moved slightly.

He knew that Hogan was loyal. Tremaine would not have bothered to say even this much if it was anyone else.

"Mr. Welmert, I know that you are loyal, but I have the freedom to marry whoever I want to. In Nashaland, everyone from the president to a normal citizen has the freedom to do so." Tremaine spoke softly.