“Why?” Mary asked in reply.
“Because you’re too stupid.”
Mary pulled a long face. She was about to say something when an army green jeep sped over from a distance.
Needless to say, these two military jeeps were the commander-in-chief, Dora’s car.
When the military jeeps pulled up, two men got out. One was Dora, who wore a military uniform with gold stars on his shoulders, and the other one was Anne.
“It’s Commander Albert and Commander Young!” Mary said excitedly.
Then she ordered in a commanding tone, “Quick, follow me. Grab the chance! The gala hasn’t even started yet. We have a few minutes left to interview him!”
With that said, Mary took the microphone and rushed to Dora. The cameraman had no choice but to run along with Mary.
“It’s pretty grand.”
Dora got out ofthe car and sized up the crowded Central Square and the gorgeously decorated stage.
“How extravagant and wasteful,” Anne said immediately.
“You can’t call it extravagant and wasteful. Since such a gala can soothe the people and calm the tense atmosphere, it’s still useful. Besides, the people at the bottom of the hierarchy are also involved, aren’t they?” Dora said with a smile.
Dora disliked parties, but what he disliked was high society’s parties meant for mingling.
In his opinion, those parties were extravagant and wasteful. However, this gala was different. It was attended not only by many high society members but also by many of the lower-class people.
Anne thought about it and agreed with Dora’s idea, so he nodded.
“Commander Albert, this way, please. The gala is about to begin, and the mayor has been waiting for you for some time.”
A smiling female usher in a red dress came up to Dora and Anne with a smile and led them the way.
“Alright…” Dora nodded and followed the female usher to the seats arranged for them.
Dora and Anne turned around together to look and saw several security guards stopping a man and a woman.
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