Wilson raised his face and looked at Gan Yuan, not understanding her intentions.
Gan Yuan smiled, "If you were born a few years later, we could have run for election together. It's really a pity that I can't compete with you!"
Her words seemed innocent on the surface, but between the lines, she was mocking Wilson—he was too old, even unqualified to compete with her!
With Wilson's mental acuity and experience, there's no way he couldn't pick up on her meaning.
Gan Yuan's words were like a sharp blade hitting Wilson's weak spot, deeply wounding his vulnerability.
This regret was a secret Wilson had harbored for years: he rose too late, and by the time he was capable of running for President, he had lost the qualifications, and could only exert his utmost effort in a Senator's position.
Struck by her words, Senator Wilson felt his heart convulse and opened his mouth, unable to refute, he could only raise his hand to his chest to ease his discomfort.
