"Yes. Rest assured, Your Excellency, we will supervise the doctor closely and keep a good watch over the Admiral. If nothing unexpected occurs, he will wake up today."
He had woken up once before, but for some reason, he’d fallen asleep again.
"Hmm." Lucas Knight responded impatiently, then got into the car and drove off.
The bodyguards only realized afterward...
Where is the President going to drive?
They were stunned for a few seconds before coming to their senses. No good, the Crown Prince has left! This won’t do; we must quickly report to Harry North’s assistant and bring the President back.
Harry North was in the kitchen, supervising the chef who was making food for his master.
Unexpectedly, the bodyguards rushed in, speaking urgently: "Harry, stop, something’s wrong. The President drove off, saying he wants to be discharged."
Upon hearing this, Harry North trembled all over.
His master had just woken up, how could he be discharged? With such serious injuries... if something happened on the road, wouldn’t that be...
Harry’s heart immediately jumped to his throat, he rushed out of the hospital, started the military vehicle, and chased after him, but there wasn’t a trace in sight.
His master drives like he’s flying a plane, the speed must be at its peak, how could he catch up?
Harry sweated profusely, took out his phone to call his master, as he truly feared something might happen on the road.
But unexpectedly, Harry couldn’t reach his master’s phone at all.
Lucas Knight was already on the plane, accompanied by several doctors, the whole plane was cold, and he felt cold all over.
The plane landed steadily at the airport of the First Special District, and his subordinates drove a military vehicle, respectfully asked: "President, are you going back to Blue Bay Estates or..."
Lucas Knight uttered only four words, unwilling to say more, and his tone was as cold as could be.
The driver dared not speak further and drove towards Nightfall Palace.
Because Blue Bay Estates is the Knight Family’s old residence, extremely luxurious, recovering there would be no worse than at the Military District Hospital.
The driver initially wanted to ask whether they were going to Blue Bay Estates or the Presidential Mansion but didn’t expect the master to speak first, so he could only be respectful, not knowing why... he had heard about some matters from that day at Ren’ai Hospital.
Every time the driver saw the President, he couldn’t help but associate it with the "crime scene" from before.
However, now this President is so noble, mysterious and abstinent, so aloof and cold-blooded, completely different from the "Dark Lord" described that day.
The two images before and after, just can’t be linked!
Curious, the driver glanced at his master, the President, from the rearview mirror, happening to see a handsome face.
His features were distinct and deep, as if crafted by a world-class artisan.
The man leaned back lazily in the seat, eyes closed, seemingly recharging.
He conveyed a feeling of aloofness, born superior, cold.
"Did flowers grow on my face?"
"..." The driver was shocked, how did the President know he was looking at him? Hearing the President’s tone already had anger in it, the driver wiped his cold sweat, gripped the steering wheel, and drove.
"Is the car out of gas?"
The boss behind spoke again.
"..." The driver shook, "President, the car has gas."
"If there’s gas, why are you driving so slow?"
"..." The driver felt terrible, President, this is clearly almost speeding, just a little bit closer to speeding, how is it slow? This content belongs to novelFɪre.net