Chapter 1608


    A whileter, they finally arrived at the White House.


    Because Will had other errands to run, he left first instead of apanying Nathan into the White


    House.


    Nathan made his way inside alone and sought an audience with the President.


    He was ushered into the reception hall. A whileter, Cami appeared in a green dress to greet


    him.


    “How do you do, Aunt Cami.”


    The rest of his subordinates greeted her respectfully as well. “A pleasure to meet you,


    Madam!” they chorused.


    Cami looked a little worn-out. With an anxious expression on her face, she tried to smile at


    Nathan and said, “Nathan, you really came!


    Actually, you shouldn''t havee at all.”


    “Travelling on a ne for so many hours must have taken a toll on you. Besides, lots of people in


    Brimmopolis are feeling hostile towards you now. With you around, you''re only going to give them


    more chance to act.”


    Nathan shook his head. “I owe my life to the President. Once a mentor, always a mentor— now that


    he''s sick, it''s only natural that I drop by and visit him.”


    Here, Nathan couldn''t help but ask, “Aunt Cami, how''s he doing? Can I go in and take a look at


    him?”


    “The doctors just hooked him up to an IV drip and coaxed him to drink a few mouthfuls of soup. He


    just fell asleep,” Cami said apologetically.


    Immediately, Nathan replied, “I''lle back and visit him when he wakes up tomorrow, then.”


    Cami added quickly, “Nathan, I think it''s best if youe and visit him after he recovers.


    Recently, he''s been very resistant towards seeing anyone, including you.”


    Nathan felt a little confused. “Why?”


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    “He has his pride,” Cami replied. “He doesn''t want people to see him in such a weak, frail state.”


    “Your mentor is an important man who wields power over a nation. Everyone looks up to him and


    respects him.” “Now that he''s sick, he is very reluctant that anyone should see him in this state. He


    doesn''t want to destroy the perfect image of himself in your minds, do you understand?”


    Nathan sighed. “Alright, then. I''m still on leave now, so I''ll stay in Brimmopolis for a few more days. I


    hope he recovers soon.”


    “Okay,” Cami said, nodding. “Why don''t you stay here at the White House?”


    However, Nathan shook his head to reject her proposition. “It''s alright. I don''t want to inconvenience


    you and the staff. I''ll just find a hotel outside and stay there for the time being.”


    Cami nodded. “Okay.”


    After chatting for a while longer, Nathan finally took his leave and left the White House.


    At that very moment, there were thousands of people gathered outside the gates of the Brimmopolis


    Prison.


    All of them were important men, especially the hundred-odd of them who stood right at the front. All


    of them were either Heads of Departments or the representative of apany''s CEO.


    Passers-by saw this and felt rather curious at the hugemotion. Which important person was


    about to be released from prison?


    “I heard one of the ex-senior members of the Cab, Wilfred Lieberman, is getting out today.”


    “Oh my gosh! Do you mean that powerful and frightening Mr. Lieberman whom everyone used to


    fear back then? Has he been granted parole?” “Seems like it. Well, the tiger has been freed


    from his cage!”


    I heard that his son got killed by someone in Channing a while ago. Now that the old man is out of


    prison, he''s probably going to go after the person who murdered his son!”


    At that moment, the gates of the prison swung open slowly.


    An elderly man walked out from the gates, looking rather stiff in an old pair of leather shoes. He was


    wearing a pair of sses and a ck-and-white suit with a grey jacket to match.


    His face was calm andposed. Nobody could tell what he was thinking behind those deep-set


    eyes.


    In fact, Wilfred Lieberman looked too average to be true. He looked like a normal sryman in a


    However, everyone could feel the aura of prestige and elegance that radiated from him, as well as


    the distinct aura of someone who had enjoyed a privileged existence for a long time.


    When the crowd at the gates saw him, they chorused joyfully, “Congrattions on your freedom, Mr.


    Lieberman!”


    “Mr. Lieberman, we''ve already organized a feast to celebrate your release. Please get in the car.”


    However, Wilfred shook his head and said coldly, “No. Take me to my son''s grave—I''d like to see


    him.”