Wes was staying at the presidential suite on the top floor.
It was Harriet who'd arranged this room for him. It was now past midnight, and after he received this phone call, he was so angry that he was about to start breathing fire from his nostrils.
He still didn't know about Isaac‘s failed assassination because he'd handed this task to his assistant. After all, for him, it was considered crossing national borders.
In case any issues cropped out, he still had a reason to escape.
After pacing back and forth, Wes immediately took out his phone and dialed Harriet's number. The line only connected after a long time, then Harriet's sleepy voice sounded through the phone.
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