The President had given specific orders to ensure his protection, how could the mayor dare to be careless?
Someone whispered the announcement, and the reporters immediately swarmed in, surrounding Marquis Smith’s car.
The bodyguard opened the car door, and Marquis Smith emerged from the vehicle, with countless microphones immediately thrust in front of him.
"Marquis Smith, what do you think about today’s election?"
"Do you believe that your daughter will win?"
"Of course!" Marquis Smith smiled, looking around at everyone, "My daughter is the best; I believe she will certainly be the last winner."
Reporters were eager to take pictures of Annie, but even as the car drove away, they had not seen a glimpse of her.
"Miss Annie didn’t come with you?"
"She’s got some stuff to take care of, so she’ll be a bit late."
Not far away, the sound of a car horn echoed, followed by a procession of luxury vehicles entering the venue.
The stretch black limousine in the middle stopped in front of the red carpet, and more than a dozen bodyguards jumped out of the car, protecting the vehicle in the center. An assistant opened the door, and Gan Yuan slowly emerged from the car.
She wore a silver-gray suit, her long hair tied back into a neat bun, her face adorned with refined light makeup that added a dignified yet approachable charm... The woman, with her composed and elegant demeanor, also exuded a touch of the distinctive softness of femininity.
In an instant, everyone turned their attention and surged toward Gan Yuan, leaving Marquis Smith out in the cold.
"Miss Gan, are you confident about winning this election?"
"What do you think your chances of success are?"
Thanks to the protection of her bodyguards, Gan Yuan was surrounded by people, yet she still managed to maintain her composure without the slightest air of disarray.
"I will do my utmost to prove to everyone that I deserve to have my name written on their ballots!" She looked around, smiled and pressed her hands together in front of her chest, "Thank you, everyone."
The bodyguards parted the reporters, and she walked confidently up the stairs, with the journalists following and snapping pictures. One reporter, too careful with his steps, heavily stepped on Marquis Smith’s foot. The old Marquis, livid with anger, huffed and walked into the venue.
As Gan Yuan ascended the staircase, she saw from afar that Dolly and several key figures of the Liberal Party were there, with Moses standing right by his side.
Upon seeing her, Dolly immediately took the lead in welcoming her, and the crowd escorted her into the venue.
Moses walked on her right side, slightly behind her, and didn’t say much, but his eyes remained vigilantly fixed on the surroundings.
Because Dolly and the others were constantly talking to her, Gan Yuan couldn’t be distracted. It wasn’t until she entered the venue and turned her face that she noticed Moses was no longer in sight.
"Miss Gan, please come this way!"
Dolly smiled as he directed her to her seat, and Gan Yuan had no choice but to go and sit down.
By this time, Moses had already walked to the balcony on the second floor.
Paul immediately approached him, "Sir!"
"How is it?" Moses asked.
Earlier that morning, he had already instructed Paul to rush to the venue and have their men thoroughly check every corner, all because he was worried about Gan Yuan’s safety.
"I’ve just carefully inspected the whole venue, and our people are already stationed all around in the stands. Rest assured, everything is perfectly secure!"
"Don’t be complacent," Moses cautioned, taking a glance around. "Where’s Jessica?"