Mi marido accidental es ¡un billonario!

Chapter 624 Passion

Brian frowned, looking hesitantly at the document in Keira’s hand. “What’s this?”

Keira pushed the item in her hand forward a bit. “Take a look at it before you say anything.” NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Brian frowned again.

Keira deliberately provoked him. “Deputy Director Dawson, are you afraid to look at something given by a young woman like me?”

Brian wasn’t taken in.

But Luke was irritated. “What did you say? Let me see!”

He stepped forward and snatched the document from Keira’s hands, glanced at it for a moment, and was slightly taken aback. “What the hell is this?”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The people behind him leaned forward to look. “Isn’t this the declaration we made when we joined the Special Division?”

Those words made Brian pause for a moment. “What?”

Luke then handed the document to Brian.

Brian looked down at it.

It was indeed the declaration they had all written when they joined the Special Division.

These people had joined the Special Division out of love for their homeland, willing to dedicate their lives to serving their country…

Before joining, everyone had to recite the charter of the Special Division and write down their original intentions in this booklet.

It was just that as time went by, everyone had forgotten.

The Special Division had many members, and this booklet looked very old…

While the others were confused, Brian stared blankly for a moment, then immediately flipped through the pages, landing directly on page 36. There, two different types of handwriting were present.

One was written by someone who appeared very learned, with attractive handwriting: For the great rejuvenation of Crera!

Brian paused slightly.

Holly glanced at it and was also stunned. “This is Grandpa’s handwriting.”

Looking down at the signature, it was indeed old Mr. Sims.

Holly frowned and looked further down.

It was a row of childlike handwriting, crooked and skewed.

The sentence was simple: For the great rejuvenation of Crera!

It seemed to be imitating the statement above, but like the voice of a young boy with youthful naivety, earnestly speaking his wish…

Seeing that row of words made Holly pause slightly. “What’s that…?”

Luke immediately sneered. “Who wrote that? It’s so ugly!”

At those words, Brian’s face darkened, and he smacked Luke on the head. “Watch your mouth! I wrote it at the age of five, and that was pretty impressive!”

Luke was dumbfounded.

With an ingratiating smile, Luke said, “Wow, dad, you wrote this? But isn’t your declaration of joining the Special Division a bit big?”

Young people didn’t understand the significance of this sentence. It seemed a light-hearted remark to them, and they were unaware of how many of their predecessors paid the price with their lives.

Their country, Crera, had only started developing so well in the last thirty years. Brian was fifty; he was five years old about forty-five years ago…

Back then, Crera was still a developing country, striving to catch up with other nations…

It was the efforts of these predecessors that brought about today’s development in Crera.

Luke might not understand, but Brian was very clear about how much old Mr. Sims, and he had sacrificed for this one sentence…

Why didn’t Vincent join the Special Division? Was it really because he liked being a forensic doctor?

No…

He was attacked in an assassination attempt as a child, sustained an injury, and was unable to practice martial arts.

Brian suddenly remembered what old Mr. Sims often held him and said when he was a child, “The Special Division doesn’t belong to the Sims family. It belongs to everyone. Little Brian, when you grow up, you must remember this. You must fulfill the wish of me and your father! You must lead the Special Division, carry out our responsibilities, and strive to make sure no inexplicable force can threaten Crera!”

Just as Brian thought of this, Keira handed him another notebook.

That notebook was obviously newer, although it might have seen many years as well, dating back thirty years…

When Brian was young and careless, he scribbled his own declaration where old Mr. Sims had written his manifesto. Still, when he officially joined the Special Division, he had his own page of declaration.

Brian stared at that notebook.

He reached out, took it, and slowly flipped open to the declaration page…

He didn’t need to see that declaration to know what it was.

“For the great rejuvenation of Crera! To be Crera’s safest Guardian!” The fierce expression on Brian’s face gradually dissipated upon seeing this sentence…

Everyone has an original aspiration.

His own aspiration drove him to take over the Special Division.

He truly hoped to protect his family and country, to be a Guardian of Crera…

But when did he begin to forget this initial aspiration?

Brian clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes gradually moistened.

Keira looked at him. “Deputy Director Dawson, I can’t prove anything, nor do I know why old Mr. Sims has delayed his retirement, unwilling to give up his position to you. But I think you shouldn’t have forgotten your original aspiration.”

Brian pursed his lips.

Even Luke fell silent.

Terry still wanted to provoke the crowd. “Don’t use the greater good of the country to make your point, you…”

“Shut up!”

Brian rebuked sharply, startling Terry.

Brian looked at Keira. “I’ll never forget my duties! But what does Interpol taking someone away have to do with this?!”

Keira said, “Deputy Director Dawson, you are well aware of the affairs of the Special Division, so you should understand that the Special Division has always wanted to find information on the South family, right?”

Upon hearing this, Brian was stunned, “You mean…”

“Yes, Vera South is a member of the South family. Otherwise, why do you think old Mr. Sims would have specifically approved an arrest warrant for me?”

Brian was taken aback.

Keira looked at him. “So, do you still think that Vera South should be handed over to Interpol?”

Terry said, “Don’t make excuses here; the criminal doesn’t even have the surname South. Vera South is her Crera name; foreigners come to Crera and pick a Crera name for themselves, just for convenience in pronunciation. Do you really think that just because she’s called Vera South, she belongs to the South family? You…”

“All personnel, heed my command!”

Terry was cut off by Brian.

Brian straightened his back and put down the two manifestos in his hands.

His protruding belly even seemed to become a bit more handsome and pleasant to the eye…

All members of the Special Division immediately stood upright, performing the salute they had trained for so long.

Brian said, “Mr. Sims isn’t here, and I am temporarily in charge of the Special Division. Please listen carefully to my command. No one is allowed to take the prisoner Vera South away!”

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was in an uproar.

His sonorous tone made even Keira feel more solemn.