Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!

Chapter 961: Chapter 961 GAIA*Gula (7)

The bodyguards on standby in the living room immediately stood up from the sofa and jogged to her side. "Miss Gan."

"Arrange for someone to go to Mr. Dolly’s residence and bring him here. Tell him I have urgent matters to discuss with him."

The bodyguard left to fulfill his duties, and Gan Yuan folded her arms, leaning against the stair railing, frowning in deep thought.

This time, General Barton is already cornered like a desperate dog. No one can predict what he will do next, so she must prepare for the worst.

This matter is no longer just a personal vendetta between her and General Barton but a significant concern involving the fate of the nation.

This country is the domain of the Gula Family, and as a member of the Gula Family, she has an obligation to protect it. Moreover, with the earnest hopes of her father and Moses resting on her, how could she let General Barton ruin everything?

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Northwest Province.

The helicopter flew over the border river and entered the airspace of the Northwest Province. General Barton withdrew his gaze from the window, finally feeling at ease.

As long as he reached the Northwest, it was his territory, and no one could easily touch him there.

In the backseat, the President was frowning, his face somber.

Beside him, his wife curled up and leaned against his shoulder, and their ten-year-old son, initially scared, had fallen asleep in his mother’s arms.

Looking up at General Barton in the front seat, the President gently straightened his wife and stood up from his seat.

His subordinates immediately raised their guns at him, "What do you think you’re doing?"

General Barton turned his face, glanced in the direction of the rear cabin, and gently raised his hand, "Let him come over."

With a hand resting on the President’s shoulder, a subordinate holding a gun led him to General Barton. General Barton nodded towards a seat opposite him, and the subordinate forced him down onto the chair.

"Stop this!" The President spoke with a heavy tone, "It’s not too late now. If you take us back to the capital, I will appeal to the court for a reduced sentence for you."

"Pfft..." General Barton paused for a second, then burst into laughter, "The President is so concerned about me?"

"You should know very well the current situation in F Country. This nation can’t withstand another upheaval." The President gazed at him, speaking sternly, "Don’t you care about any of this?"

"Of course, I care, but..." General Barton pointed to his own chest, "I care more about myself. Stop using those grandiose reasons. In the end, aren’t you just afraid to die?"

"Barton..." The President was incensed, trying to rise with support from his arms, but a gun was already pressed to his temple, forcing him to sit back down. "General Barton, what you’re doing is meaningless. This nation will not yield to you. Neither the United Nations nor our neighboring countries will stand by idly. If you persist, you’ll only become the target of all!"

General Barton sneered, "So, is the President threatening me now?"

"Unreasonable!" The President cursed in anger, "If you want to be President, why not rely on your own abilities to achieve it? Using these despicable tactics, you’re unworthy of being a soldier!"

"In the East, they say ’to conquer or die trying.’ I’ve always focused only on results." General Barton spread his arms over the armrests, his tone full of arrogance, "If the previous President hadn’t died, do you think the presidency would have fallen to you? This country should have been mine all along!"