Michael Galle's mouth twitched—this feeling of being disdained filled him with humiliation!
"Enough, go back. Don't let me catch you playing both sides, or else there are plenty of people waiting to take your spot as a minister!"
Donald's gaze carried an unmistakable warning.
Michael Galle left with a sullen face. As he departed, he gave the trash can near the door a hard kick. Standing at the top of the stairs, he waited for the Navy Department, Air Force Department, and others to come up before jumping out to confront them.
"You scared me, Michael. What exactly are you doing?" The Navy Department chief frowned and asked.
"Do you really think it's fine for an old man like him to sit above us? He treats us with utter disrespect. Even if we hold lower ranks than him, we still have our dignity. Can you stomach him abandoning our nation's interests just like that?"
