Remembering Eugene's fierce expression, Sara puffed out her cheeks. Just as she was about to say something, Eugene cleverly said, "Miss Martin, there's 100,000 Dollar in this card. Treat it as compensation for your mental loss. I hope you won't lower yourself to my level..."
When he saw Sara's attitude towards Arielle, he thought that the girl must be fond of money. That was why she acted like this.
Sara didn't take the card. Instead, she said to Duncan, "He must have done this kind of thing a lot before. Check it out."
Eugene's expression changed drastically. "Miss Martin, you..."
Kamden chuckled and said, "That's right. Duncan, you'd better check it out. It's not safe to keep such a person around. Today is Sara. Will She be a big shot who doesn't show up often tomorrow?"
Duncan's face looked serious. "Miss Martin and Mr. Shields, you can rest assured that we will strictly investigate this matter."
The surface of Eugene was like a piece of gold paper, which was ugly. He tried to plead, "Mr. Shields....
Kamden smiled and said, "Eugene, at this time, you'd better think about what you have done. It's useless to beg me. After all, I am only a businessman."
Ignoring Eugene, he turned to Sara and said, "Little sister, I have something else to do today. I won't be accompanying you. I'll be leaving first."
Sara: "... I didn't ask you to keep me company either."
Kamden waved her hand, said goodbye to Duncan, and left.
Duncan led Eugene down to investigate. Sara asked curiously, "What will happen to him?"
Duncan said lightly, "Today's incident is enough for him to be fired."
Sara said "oh" and felt that it was useless to keep such kind of people. If they fawned on others to watch the dishes, they might bully many people.
Duncan said with a smile, "Miss Martin actually knows Mr. Shields?"
Sara shook her head. "I just met him."
Duncan didn't ask too much. She knew that it was better to know nothing than knowing something. She didn't have so much curiosity. She quickly skipped the topic and said, "Your Excellency has been waiting for you. Please."
Sara nodded.
The President was receiving Sara in the reception room.
Sara used to see the old man in the news, and this was the first time she saw him in person. When they had a face-to-face meeting, the old man's majesty, which had been in his position all year round, came over and over, and people dared not to look up.
Although the President was old, he was energetic. He wore a hot and sharp suit, his hair and beard were gray, but the sharp light in his eyes still made people feel sharp, as if they could see through everything.
But when facing Sara, he was very gentle. "Hello, Miss Martin."
Sara was somewhat flattered. "You, you can just call me Sara."
"I have a granddaughter. She's about your age. You don't have to be over-courteous," said Lin friendly.
Sara nodded. "Okay."
The President said again, "You are the hero who saved the whole Mamond. I have already known what happened to Kenzie and others. The court will give a satisfactory answer to Miss Martin. Don't worry about it. People are always fair, and the robbers will be punished."
Sara felt a warmth in her heart. "... Thank you."
The President patted her shoulder and said, "You are very great. Other children like you are still watching TV and playing games at your age, chasing stars, but you have already made such an outstanding contribution. If you are not willing, I should tell the country your name."
Sara said, "... I don't like the feeling of being paid attention to by many people and feel very uncomfortable. Thank you for your kindness."
The President sighed, "You are a very promising child and a hero of the country. Even if you don't want people to remember your deeds, the honor that belongs to you will always be yours. I will personally award you with an honorary medal."
Sara thanked him. "Thank you."
The President said, "Come on, child."
The person next to him immediately brought over a box. On top of the black velvet, there was a golden honorary medal. Under the light of the day, it flickered with a dazzling light.
The President was just about to reach out to pick up the medal when he was interrupted. "Wait."
Everyone turned to look at the door.
A man dressed in a gray-blue shirt, black trousers, and a long black windbreaker appeared at the door. Quite a few people were following him.
The man's long and bony fingers were covered in a black leather glove. He casually sorted out the cufflinks on his wrist. His low- hanging eyebrows were beautiful and full of hostility. His facial features were like a work of art personally carved by God and had an amazing perfection. However, even so, the cold and threatening pressure on his body still made it clear that this person was by no means a good person.
The President seemed a little surprised. "Why are you here?"
"The meeting is over." The man said casually, "By the way, I'm here to see our little hero."
He said in a slightly joking way, "I didn't expect you to be so cute."
The President coughed and said, "Hank, giving out a medal is a very serious matter. Don't joke about it."
"Of course I know that this is a very serious matter." Hank said faintly, "So I want to personally issue her a medal."
As soon as he finished his words, everyone was stunned.
After all, this man even refused the Award and Honor Ceremony of the former Major General.
Sara was stunned with her eyes wide open-didn't he say that he would not come?
However, the person slowly walked over and picked up the medal from the box. The fingers wrapped in black gloves were very long and slender. Wearing the golden medal, it gave off an exceptionally elegant vibe.
He leaned a little closer, lowered his head and placed the medal on Sara's chest. His movements were casual and elegant. "Little hero, you are the pride of Country."
The sound was low, slow, and pleasant.
Sara's ears were burning red, and she said in a low voice, "... Thank you."
Hank straightened his back, a rare hint of appreciation in his cold eyes. "If all the young people in Country are like you, they'll definitely be more rich."
Sara was very embarrassed by his praise. She couldn't stand being praised by others, but this person just praised her with the tone of a stranger and businesslike business...
It felt so strange.
The President was also very surprised. He did not expect Hank to personally teach Sara. He smiled and said, "You seem to be in a good mood today."
Hank said indifferently, "Because thinking of someone makes me happy."
"Oh?"
Hank said, "Since the award is over, shall I send the young hero out by the way?"
He had never enjoyed this kind of treatment before, "..."
Sara coughed and stammered, "... I, I can go out by myself. I don't need you to see me off..."