Chapter 132

Upon hearing Edgar's words, Philip shuddered. He had indeed grown arrogant. Everything had been going too well. His career path was smooth, the opposition from Dickson's faction had all but disappeared, and no one dared to challenge him. Even the minor accidents on his side had been manageable. The three major families stood firm behind him, and the presidential position was almost within his grasp. It was only natural for him to feel confident—perhaps too confident. But Edgar’s casual remark had jolted him back to reality. He hadn’t achieved all this solely by his own merit. He had been pushed to this point by the capitalist families. They were the real power brokers. He should remain humble before them. Swallowing his pride, Philip carefully spoke into his phone, "Mr. Quail, how could this be? I’m only being cautious about unforeseen circumstances. My primary support comes from young voters, but the core power base still leans toward Dickson. I thought a small incentive might help so