Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"archbishop."

"archbishop."

Anyone who sees him greets him respectfully.

Before he pushed the door open and entered, his cell phone vibrated in his suit pocket.

He didn't rush in and read the information slowly.

[I heard you want to vote? ]

As a man who presides over the church from the Privy Council, his personal mobile phone number is very private and few people can get his private number.

The number that sent him the message was from the Independent Continent. There was no note, just a string of unsaved numbers.

Quentin looked at the endless questions sent by the other party, and his eyes flashed with interest, which was not surprising.

He had found his own flesh and blood three months ago and sent people to him. However, his son had a tough temper and hard bones. This was the first time the other party had contacted him in three months. .

He lowered his head and held his cell phone to edit the message back.

[so what? ]

It took a full minute for the other person to reply: [She saved my life. ]

Quentin looked at the six short words on his phone, and a subtle electric current seemed to flow through his cold heart.

He is not a person who cares about feelings.

Including parent-child love.

If he hadn't grown old and had no offspring, he wouldn't even have looked for a woman with whom he had an affair.

Xu Yi was just an accident to him.

They haven't even met or communicated.

But sometimes blood relationship is really a magical thing. Quentin twitched the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of complexity on Leng Ao's face.

[Oh, I will find a chance to thank her. ]

After sending this message, he checked the time on his phone and without further delay, he opened the door and entered the Senate.

…

He was the last one to come in and was the key figure in determining today's outcome.

Quentin has received attention from all directions since he came in.

However, he had long been accustomed to strong winds and waves, and he simply ignored the probing glances that fell on him. He walked over and sat in his seat.

"Quentin, Mr. Gang Lei asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." As soon as he sat down, Jacob came forward and whispered softly.

He looked to the left, and sure enough he caught the eye of the old man with a hooked nose, who smiled at him in a friendly manner.

He nodded and looked away, saying calmly: "I understand."

Jacob was his right-hand man. Seeing his attitude, he asked him: "In one minute, the voting will begin. Archbishop, which side shall we vote for?"

Quentin's phone vibrated again.

He thought it was a message from Xu Yi, so he took the time to take it out and take a look. Unexpectedly, it was not a message from Xu Yi, but a message from the shadow next to the Queen.

[Archbishop, the Queen and I are waiting for your good news. ]

"Tsk." Quentin's eyes were slightly cold, he looked back, turned off the light on the phone screen, and put it back in his pocket: "Vote no."

Does the archbishop want to oppose Qiao Nian's entry into the Privy Council?

Jacob was stunned and looked over subconsciously.

I saw that there was no personal emotion on the man's mature face. He was always so rational and cold, as if he could not shake his reason...

He thought the Archbishop would choose to read Qiao's name because of his son.

"Okay." He lowered his head and silently agreed.

…

After Quentin said this himself, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

However, he chose to ignore this uncomfortable feeling and still put interests first.