An old man with a head of white hair and a long white beard was sitting at the head of the conference table. However, he was sharp looking and in high spirits. His features were gentle, but at this moment they were locked into a tight frown, revealing the strong malice of an experienced soldier.
He stared at the frivolous figure across him and rumbled in a dignified tone, "Hank, I hope you can think it over."
Hank wore a light blue shirt today. The two buttons on his collar were loosened, revealing part of his chiseled collarbone, which looked exquisite under his slender neck.
There was a carefree and frivolous smile on his face, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Mr. President, I did think clearly."
The rest of the people at the conference table were silent and didn't dare to speak at all, for fear that if they interrupted rashly they would be squished to death by the two big shots.
Yet, it had to be mentioned that it had been many years since someone dared to talk to the President like this.
Except for Hank.
This man had never gone out of his way to show admiration to the man in charge of Country.
The old man, who had always been decisive and merciless, was silent for a while. "Are you threatening me?"
Hank's side profile looked chilling yet handsome, his long and thin eyelashes drooped slightly, "Mr. President, I'm doing this for your own good. If I keep the Fourth Team in my hands, I can turn the house upside down and replace it at any time easily... How could a leader bear such an authoritarian risk? Mr. President, I'm doing this for the greater good."
This offensive remark made everyone else at the conference table gain a sheen of cold sweat trickling down their backs. They couldn't imagine how someone dared to say such a thing in front of the President!
It was no different from asking the king or monarch to step down from his throne during the olden days.
Most of the people at the conference table were the top officials in State. It was their first time witnessing Master Bishop's style of getting things done. If it were people at Jena City, they would have been accustomed to it and they would not be surprised to see him act like this.
Master Bishop said that he would turn the house upside down again? It's okay, Mr. President won't mind.
The onlooking officials of State were trembling with fear, but the very person involved was calm and relaxed. He said with a faint smile, "Mr. President, don't you think SO?"
Just as the President was about to speak, a vibrating phone cut the silence.
At the moment, the officials of State were almost frightened to death! Which lunatic dared to bring a mobile phone to such a meeting? Let alone bringing the phone, and not turning it off! Originally, the back and forth conversation between the two big shots had already made everyone tense and anxious, but the vibration of the mobile phone almost killed them.
The officials of State widened their eyes and glowered around, attempting to find the person with the ringing phone.
Hank slowly took out a phone next to him with his slender fingers and said leisurely, "I'm sorry, everyone. I've got a phone call."
The officials of State were all speechless. Even if it was a super important call, none of them would ever dare pick it up!
Hank was actually not in a good mood.
He flew all the way to State in the middle of the night. He thought something serious had happened, but he didn't expect it was just another annoying cliche. The only thing was that he had never made his emotions known, and even the President couldn't see how he truly felt.
The phone was still vibrating. Hank glanced at it and saw the caller ID remark: Baby Girl.
Hank clicked his tongue. He was a little curious about why Sara called him. The annoyance in his heart dissipated, and the old man's heart was filled with a lot of evil ideas to tease the kid.
"Master Bishop," The girl's voice sounded soft and sticky, like a gummy bear, but it was a little trembling, and he could tell that she had been crying.
Hank frowned, "What's wrong?"
Sara didn't want to tell Hank the shameful things that happened, so she just sobbed in a low voice, "... I... I miss you."
Hank was stunned.
Sara was also dumbfounded.
Wait, what did she say just now?! Did she really just blurt out what she was truly thinking?! But she regretted upon blurting it out!
Now she felt embarassed, extremely embarassed.
To avoid the awkwardness, Sara was more than eager to hang up the phone, but Hank cut her off first, "Girl, hang up on me if you dare!"
Sara didn't say anything. Obviously, she didn't dare to do so.
Hank then continued in a good mood, "What did you just say? Say it again."
Sara hesitated, "...I didn't say anything.
I'm fine now. Just continue with your work, Master Bishop."
Hank did not intend to let her go so easily, "I know you miss me. I will come back tomorrow... Did you miss me so much that you're crying?"
At once, Sara retorted, "No, I didn't!" Hank asked, "Then why did you cry just now?"
Sara paused for a moment.
How should she answer?
Was it more embarrassing to admit that she cried because she missed Hank, or to tell him that she was framed by someone with some edited photos of her in bed?
Sara gave a short sob of pain. At last, she hung up the phone at the risk of her leg being broken. She made up a little white lie in her heart. She would tell him that the phone was too old and there was no signal all of a sudden!
Looking at the darkened screen of his mobile phone, Hank clicked his tongue, "She was really a young girl."
The President looked at his expression and asked carefully, "Is that a child in your family?"
"Sort of," Hank answered casually.
The President pondered for a while, but he couldn't think of anyone who could be spoiled this much by this devil. It was probably someone he had never met. He asked, "Did something happen?"
"She misses me." Hank stood up, grabbed his coat lying aside, and said with a smile, "I'll leave first."
The President didn't know what to say.
Everyone was flabbergasted as well.
Hank walked out of the meeting room with an unfathomable expression, and the faint smile he had dissolving. He called Bella and said, "Find out what happened to Sara recently."
Alex knocked on the door of the villa.
The young lad was wearing a white shirt, looking tall and slender. Beams of sunray shone through the plants at the door of the villa, basking his handsome face in a gentle golden glow.
After waiting for a while, the door opened. It was an old servant who answered. She looked at the teenager in front of her vigilantly and asked, "... Who are you looking for?"
Alex said coldly, "Dominic White."
The servant shivered and said hurriedly, "Mr. White has been taken away! Those people were very fierce..."
Alex was stunned, "Taken away?"
The servant nodded firmly, "Yes, just about ten minutes ago... I don't know anything about it. Don't ask me."
As she spoke, she slammed the door shut in his face.
Alex's eyes darkened.
Dominic had been taken away ten minutes ago?! Could it be that the person behind this was really so powerful? How could they just kidnap a well-known coal factory owner in broad daylight? If the person had such great ability, why did they have to go through such a tedious process to ruin Sara's reputation?
Then... who could be the person who so arrogantly took Dominic away?