"We're currently in Mileage," Gerald stared at Sinclair, his heart skipping a beat.
"President Luther, don't you remember?"
Could it be... President Luther has lost his memory?
But that can't be—he still recognizes me.
If it's not amnesia, then why doesn't he remember anything?!
The two doctors beside them paled in terror.
If something went wrong with the sedative and caused President Luther any harm...
None of them would escape unscathed. Sinclair frowned, offering no reply.
His sharp, dark eyes swept over Gerald and the others, their depths icy and unfathomable.
An invisible weight pressed down on Gerald, cold sweat instantly soaking through the back of his shirt.
The others cowered even lower, not daring to breathe too loudly.
The room plunged into a suffocating silence. President Luther's aura is even more intimidating than before!
Gerald thought to himself, suppressing a shiver.
Fortunately, it didn't last long.
