Chapter 30 Failed Plan

• Inside the presidential suite room, a blonde hair guy was asleep on the comfy sofa, the evening golden sun ray peering through the opened windowpane as they shine upon his face. There was a strange; yet beautiful charm to the scene.
• “Pull down the shade, Meyer.” Alastair grumble undertone, lifting his left palm to shield his eyes from the sheer brightness.
• “Yes, your highness.” Meyer strode forward towards the controller on the table. He taps on the screen and soon enough, all the windowpanes came closing. The brightness in the room became dimmer.