It was reasonable then, that he desired for his grandson to be the custodian of this fortune and power

This way, they could mutually support each other

The alliance between government figures and businessmen could potentially boost their power.

So the collaboration between Rafael and Isaac was approved by Rafael's grandfather.

“She is now being secretly detained. Our nation is riddled with political factions, and those confining her belong to the faction my grandfather is up against. She has been interrogated on numerous occasions, but it appears they haven't extracted the information they were after, resulting in her continued detention. However, you can be at ease. My grandfather has mobilized party members to ensure her release."

Isaac was well aware that Rafael's grandfather's efforts were primarily driven by personal interests as well.

“This document has the potential to help you seize control,” Isaac said. "Take a look."

He withdrew his body and leaned back. Beneath his outwardly calm demeanor, Rafael's revelations had set off waves of internal turmoil. But he was straining to maintain composure

He couldn't simply assume she was merely in custody. They mighty have already resorted to physical coercion.

“I can help you get what you want, but I need to see her tomorrow," Isaac said in a tough tone.

Rafael glanced at the document in his hand.

It was a contract proposing cooperation with Ferris

Signing this contract would assure him an annual supply of ten million tons of oil from Ferris.

Rafael's resources were dwindling.

The fruition of this partnership would undoubtedly provide a timely boost.

Simultaneously, it could serve as a demonstration of his present standing to his family.

"I need to make a phone call," Rafael said Isaac gestured, signaling him to proceed.

Rafael placed the document aside and retreated to his room for a phone call.

After a short while, he came out.

“It's a deal."

Camila was in a daze.

She had been in the dark for such a long time that the sudden burst of light was overwhelming.

She shielded her eyes with her hands.

"Confess to us that you were manipulated, and we can set you free now." Camila's throat was dry and hoarse, and she could not make a sound. She couldn't even remove her hands due to the piercing pain induced by the intense Light.

A delicious scent wafted through the air. It was the aroma of food. She attempted to lower her hands and find the source of the tantalizing aroma, but the bright light prohibited her from opening her eyes.