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The Old Man suddenly burst into tears. He had been unmarried, reminiscing about that summer when he encountered a beautiful lady. In just six months, his heart should have found its home.
Even after the war ended and he returned to Germany, surrounded by countless eligible ladies, he remained unmoved, choosing to live out his days in solitude, forever haunted by the image of that enchanting woman.
When he heard Little Mustache utter the name Thomas Mellon Rockefeller, the Old Man could no longer contain himself. This was truly a gift from heaven for this lonely old soul!
With trembling hands, he reached out to touch Thomas Mellon Rockefeller's face, causing Thomas to question whether the identity he had fabricated could possibly be the result of his mother's infidelity.
There was no choice but to seek help from the system. "Dad! Tong Dad! I need help! Who is my real father?"
"Ha ha, so you’re looking for me now! Come on, beg me! Beg me!"
"Dad, I was wrong! You are my real father! Tong Dad! I'm begging you!"
"Alright! Your attitude is decent! I'll generously tell you that Thomas Mellon Rockefeller is your biological father's true son! Happy? Surprised? Thrilled? Bye-bye!"
The system went offline, unresponsive to any calls. It seemed that things were getting serious! Once back in the United States, he had to quietly verify the truth with his mother!
However, now that things had escalated to this point, he had to act decisively!
Thus, the dramatically talented Thomas Mellon Rockefeller immediately began to cry silently, looking at Vollbeck with eyes full of meaning.
Vollbeck seemed to understand something and excitedly took Thomas Mellon Rockefeller's hand. "Child, how old are you this year?"
"Years!"
"When is your birthday?"
"Month and day."
Vollbeck's mind seemed to activate like a calculator as he quickly arrived at a conclusion.
"You are my son! You are my son! Hahaha! I have a son now! I have a son! Premier! I have a son! Hahaha! I have a son!"
Little Mustache and Alfred Rosenberg exchanged glances and nodded with smiles.
Now, the empire would gain a powerful ally!
Little Mustache first comforted the old general, who was so agitated he seemed to be morphing, and then patted Thomas Mellon Rockefeller on the back. "My friend, welcome home! Tonight, I will host a grand welcome party at the Premier's residence! By the way, I will send someone to pick up your girlfriend, so you needn't worry."
"I hope my identity can be kept safe, as I still need a public persona to gather intelligence for the Empire."
"Understood! No problem! It’s the least I can do!"
"Yes, I want to join the SS and obtain an official SS identity to become a loyal soldier of the Führer! Is that possible?"
Little Mustache was thrilled. Here was a descendant of a true German national hero, someone with boundless wealth and power within reach, yet still determined to return under the banner of his country. This little pen pal of his was truly a kindred spirit!
Loyal, fearless, wealthy, and incredibly intelligent—wasn’t this exactly the kind of person he envisioned as his deputy Prime Minister? Compared to Thomas Mellon Rockefeller, that softie Hess was nothing but a pile of dung!
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