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Chapter 209: The President’s Wrath

Chapter 209: The President’s Wrath

Chapter: The President’s Wrath

Adam reappeared in his room with a faint shimmer, the teleportation from Lisa’s city park leaving the air around him momentarily distorted.

The quiet hum of his surroundings brought a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.

Leaning against the doorframe, Adam rubbed his temple, pondering Lisa’s actions. "Why would she take such a step?" he muttered to himself. The decision to bring a complete stranger into her home baffled him. Was it compassion? Recklessness?

Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Suddenly, the vibration of his phone snapped him out of his reverie. The sensation was subtle yet insistent.

Adam’s instincts sharpened immediately—this was not a mundane notification. The distinct pulse told him it was a secured alert, most likely from Pratham or one of his most trusted operatives.

Moving swiftly, Adam settled into the chair before his sleek, high-tech workstation. The room dimmed slightly as he powered up his monitor.

His sharp features were framed by the dim blue glow of his surroundings, and his expression was grim.

"What do you have for me?" Adam asked, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity.

Pratham nodded slightly, his tone urgent. "Lord Adam, you need to see this."

A new window opened on Adam’s screen, displaying a live feed. The video, captured from a covert source, showed the interior of the President’s conference room.

"Is this... live footage from the President’s house?" Adam asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, Lord Adam," Pratham confirmed. "This is happening right now, in their conference room. You’ll want to pay close attention."

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The camera feed revealed a grand room with dark wood-paneled walls and a circular table made of polished mahogany. Around the table sat several ministers, secretaries, and advisors.

At the head of the table, the President loomed, his sharp gaze scanning the room like a predator assessing his territory.

Despite the opulent surroundings, the atmosphere was tense, almost suffocating. The faint clink of glasses and the shuffle of papers were the only sounds breaking the silence.

One of the men seated across from the President, a high-ranking general dressed in his formal military attire, finally broke the tension.

"Mr. President," the general began cautiously, "what’s the urgency that requires us to launch the national investigation against power holders tonight? You had initially planned for Sunday."

The question hung in the air for a moment before the President turned his cold gaze on the general.

His expression darkened, and his voice came out in a low, dangerous growl. "Have you been blind, General? Are you wandering around like a fool?"

The general’s eyes widened in shock. He stiffened in his seat, his posture rigid. Never before had the President spoken to him with such venom.

The President’s usually calm demeanor had been replaced with a barely contained fury, and it sent a wave of unease through the room.

Another associate, sensing the rising tension, tried to interject. "Mr. President, launching tonight would be logistically challenging. Even in an emergency, we’d need at least until morning to prepare—"

Before he could finish, the President slammed his fist onto the table, the sound reverberating through the room. "I don’t care about your excuses!" he thundered, his face contorted with anger.

"By tomorrow morning, everything must be operational. I want boots on the ground, devices deployed, and power holders apprehended. No delays!"

The force of his words silenced the room. The ministers exchanged uneasy glances, their minds racing.

Internally, some cursed the associate who had dared to request more time. Still, they couldn’t deny their relief at having a few more precious hours to organize their resources.

Another minister hesitantly raised his voice. "Sir, we don’t yet have the devices required to detect power holders. Even if we deploy the army, it will take significant time to conduct these operations effectively."

Before the President could respond, the Prime Minister, seated to his right, intervened. His voice was calm yet firm.

"The devices will reach you tonight. Your job is to ensure deployment begins immediately. Mark your locations and start inspections at first light. Use brute force if necessary, but power holders must be brought under control. We cannot tolerate another incident like this."

The general who had questioned the President earlier felt a chill run down his spine.

Though the statement had been directed at the room, the weight of the threat seemed to settle squarely on his shoulders. He thought bitterly to himself, Resigning might be better than enduring this.

Around the table, expressions ranged from stoic determination to quiet apprehension. Some ministers genuinely believed the crackdown on power holders was for the country’s benefit, a necessary step to restore order.

Others felt a gnawing unease, questioning the ethics and consequences of such actions. The room was a storm of conflicting ideologies, all masked by professional decorum.

The President finally rose from his seat, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room.

He turned first to the Prime Minister, then to his assistant, a young man standing silently behind him. "End this meeting," he commanded curtly. "I have other matters to attend to."

The abrupt dismissal caught everyone off guard. Though some felt anger at being treated like subordinates rather than equals, none dared voice their frustrations.

The President’s authority, as frustrating as it was, was absolute.

One by one, the ministers and associates filed out, their expressions a mix of relief and anxiety. The Prime Minister remained seated for a moment longer, deep in thought, before following suit.

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Back in his room, Adam watched the entire scene unfold on his monitor. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he processed the implications of what he had just seen.

"So they won’t even wait until Sunday," Adam muttered under his breath. "They’ll start the investigation tomorrow morning. This is worse than I expected."

His mind raced with possibilities, strategies forming and unraveling as he considered the gravity of the situation. He reached for the mouse to close the video feed, but before he could, Pratham’s voice stopped him.

"Lord Adam," Pratham said, his tone insistent. "There’s something else you should see."

Adam hesitated, then withdrew his hand. He leaned back in his chair, nodding. "Continue."

The screen refreshed, shifting to another live feed. Adam’s jaw tightened as he prepared for what came next. The Chapter ended on this moment of suspense, the weight of impending conflict pressing heavily on his shoulders.