".Is there any movement?"

"Everything is business as usual."

End of March.

It rained for the first time this year in New York.

The dark clouds all over the sky gathered the whole city in its arms.

No one likes rainy days like this in a busy metropolis like Manhattan, because it makes people almost breathless.

At night.

The rain has become much lighter, even though night has fallen.

It was still raining heavily, casting a mysterious veil over the night.

Abel raised the leg rests of the Maybach's independent executive seat, which was comparable to the back row of a first-class cabin on an airplane, and adjusted the seat according to his comfort level.

Not long ago, I could vaguely hear the sound of rain hitting the car windows, but now the surroundings are filled with the sound of car horns, one after another.

Traffic jam again.

He spoke to Edward, who was acting as a temporary driver in front of him.

"Miss Theron's physical examination is normal, and there are no strangers around us."

"Even if we proactively release some vulnerabilities."

Listening to Edward's reply, Abel, who was holding his chin with his right hand, asked, "Where's New York University?"

"It's difficult for our people to get close to Miss Lauren. She has Secret Service people around her."

"But we can be sure that she has not left New York in recent times."

Edward answered.

Abel in the back car was lost in thought.

After he broke such "violent news".

Abel originally thought that he would be under a lot of pressure from Texas.

Abel has even selfishly thought about how to release these pressures.

He has done his own ideological work.

He told himself——

People who have done something wrong should be punished.

However, March of this year has almost passed.

The Big Apple also received its first rain.

The anger Abel imagined did not come.

This made all his preparations useless.

Abel held his chin and looked at the rain outside the window, a little distracted.

Where did the flaw occur?

Du~du~du~

Abel stretched out his other hand and knocked gently on the car window.

Abel felt that he was involved in conspiracy.

Really no ability.

First, the heart is not ruthless enough, but the bottom line and conscience are still there.

Second, it is true that my IQ is just that, and I have no expertise in this area.

He didn't want to consult his own advisory group about this kind of thing.

In the end, I got myself confused like this.

"call"

Abel took away his hand from knocking on the car window and let out a breath.

"Find a way to let Laura know where Charlize is staying."

He said these last words to Edward.

The motorcade moves forward in Manhattan on a rainy night.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

After being stuck in traffic for about half an hour.

The motorcade arrived at the entrance of the InterContinental Hotel in upper Manhattan.

There is a high-end cocktail party here tonight.

Organized by Bloomberg founder Michael Bloomberg.

Last year, Bloomberg was still vague about his intentions.

At the beginning of this year, he was confirmed as the candidate of the Xiang Party.

That's the heart of Bloomberg, and everyone in New York knows it.

Many newspapers have already reported that the founder of Bloomberg will participate in the New York election this year.

Bloomberg no longer concealed his views and became active on the political stage in New York.

As a friend and in some ways an ally of Michael Bloomberg.

Abel would naturally come out to stand up sometimes.

Sometimes he had to attend cocktail parties like tonight's.

Compared to the high-profile cocktail parties held by the rich, Bloomberg's cocktail party tonight seemed very low-key.

There were many guests that he could not invite due to his previous status as a wealthy man.

Tonight, because of his status as a party candidate, he attended the reception.

He had told Abel about this beforehand.

So when Abel met and chatted with him at the entrance of the reception and banquet hall.

Two middle-aged guests named Voslo came later, and Abel was not surprised.

Michael Bloomberg went up to greet them enthusiastically, while Abel planned to go in first.

But one of the guests named Vosro stopped him very politely.

"Mr. Smith? Mr. Abel Smith? Hello, hello, I'm Jerlin Vosloo."

Among them, Voslo, a middle-aged man, walked a few steps over to shake hands with him.

Abel also stretched out his hand and shook hands with him with a smile:

"Hello, I'm Abel Smith, hello Mr. Vosloo."

"Ha~ This is my wife, Irene Vosloo."

Jerlin Vosloo introduces the middle-aged woman next to him.

The other party also smiled and shook hands with Abel.

This made Michael Bloomberg feel a little envious and jealous.

You must know this pair of Vosslo.

He was not so polite to Bloomberg, the host of tonight's cocktail party.

But this was the attitude towards Abel.

Looking at Abel, who was slowly walking into the reception, there were two Voslo.

Bloomberg muttered in a low voice: "Madefak! Is the Mayflower's blue blood so popular?! Even Vossloh is not exempt from this!"

Even after muttering, Michael Bloomberg still had a warm smile on his face and continued to receive guests one after another.

Tonight is still very important for Bloomberg.

On Abel's side, he has already chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Jerlin Vosloo.

There is no doubt that this Vossloh is the Vossloh you think of.

Vossloh's headquarters was originally in New York.

When New York was founded, most of the real estate from 22nd Street to 46th Street in Manhattan, and from 5th Avenue to the Hudson River, was owned by the Vosloo family.

On the Chinese Internet, later generations often refer to Adams, Vosloo, Kennedy and Shrub as the four major American families.

This statement may or may not be true.

If you are right, then from a historical perspective, this is indeed the case.
To be continued...