The crowd outside the purple villa were just as he recalled from the second round. The waves of reporters and the clicks of camera flares felt a little nostalgic.
Just like the second round, the people reacted the same to the news — they felt no remorse for Orlando and Theresa.
The same people who once found young Marlon an inspiration because of his humbleness and discipline now scorned him.
Marlon was on his knees, witnessing the reaction of the people and the annoying speech of his uncle.
The cuffs were still on his hands, but his mouth was untaped this time, giving him the freedom to speak.
"—From now on, I will be your president!"
Ronaldo announced, lifting his clenched fist into the air, and following his voice, the people cheered loudly.
Marlon smirked. Now was the time.
"No, you're not!"
He barked, his voice cutting through the crowd and halting their cheering instantly.
"Son…"
