Chapter 2007


    His hand clutching the walking stick was gradually tightening


    Sean and hispanions initially thought Wayne’s visibly good mood would make the day a breeze.


    But barely a minute after Secretary Tesdal had left, President Silverman’s intimidating aura began to


    spread.


    Even Sean found it somewhat suffocating.


    The elevator had arrived, Wayne and his group got on.


    As the elevator doors were closing, Wayne saw the annoying himself standing outside, he did note


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    Suddenly, he remembered the moment that annoying himself had pushed him down the stairs that day.


    “Walt!” Almost instinctively, Wayne blocked the closing elevator doors with his hand.


    The elevator was of excellent quality, upon sensing an obstruction, it immediately bounced open. But


    Wayne’s arm still felt a numb pain from the force of the collision.


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    “President Silverman!” Sean and the others eximed in shock.


    Wayne, supporting himself on his walking stick, had already strode out


    The annoying himself had disappeared.


    His worry and fear intensified as he headed straight towards Rosalynn.


    The wind on the upper floor was a bit strong at this moment.


    Rosalynn listened to Paige whispering on the other end.


    “Does Quentin Silverman have a mental illness?” Paige asked curiously.


    Wayne’s background was still top secret, and Paige was clueless.


    “I’m not sure. I’ll have someone look into it,” Rosalynn vaguely answered


    Just then, the ss door to the balcony was abruptly pushed open. Wayne appeared, in a rush.


    Rosalynn, taken aback, turned to look at him, “Wayne?”


    “Are you alright?” Wayne quickly walked up to her, examining her anxiously from head to toe.


    Rosalynn shook her head.


    Then she told Paige. “That’s enough, we’ll talkter.”


    Rosalynn then hung up the phone.


    “Of course I’m okay. What could have possibly happened?” Rosalynn asked


    Wayne’s face looked terrible, his lips were devoid of any color, clearly showing signs of shock.


    He remained silent, struggling to regte his breathing.


    He gently embraced Rosalynn, leaning against her, “Honey, I’m sick.”


    Rosalynn quickly held him, gently patting his back, “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?*


    Wayne buried his head in Rosalynn’s neck. Unexpectedly, he started to sob quietly.


    “I can’t control him anymore,” Wayne continued.


    *Him?* Rosalynn’s heart skipped a beat.


    “Wayne.” Wayne tightened his grip on Rosalynn, “The other Wayne…”


    Rosalynn wasn’t naive.


    The moment she heard these words, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.


    The words Multiple Personality Disorder sprang to her mind.