Puppet

Although the sun was shining brightly, the president felt extremely cold. His hands were trembling slightly, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

The President narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold. He had never expected his biological brother to treat his Madam like that.

Even if they had differences in many ways, there was no need to fight to the death for the throne.

"Puppet?" The President's gaze fell on Qiao Nian's face. His voice trembled a little, but he quickly calmed down. "Is it what I think it is?"

"Yes." Qiao Nian paused for a moment and continued, "Madam will become a puppet. Everything she says and does will be under the instructions of the master of the mother parasite."

The president's eyes were cold, mixed with bloodlust. He had always treated Mark as his brother, but Mark had tested his bottom line in every way.