Chapter 308: You Are Here to Surrender, Right?_2

Just then, the phone on the desk rang, he picked up, and it was the White House secretary saying Old Bush wanted to see him.

"F***," Richard James Curl massaged his temples, appearing somewhat uneasy, he knew he was about to be reprimanded, but there was no way around it—who else ruled the roost?

He steeled himself and headed to the White House.

As he entered Old Bush's office, the latter was looking down. He softly called out, but the latter acted as if he hadn't heard.

Richard James Curl felt a bit anxious, the large office feeling oppressively dreadful.

"Have you found the leak?" Finally, Old Bush spoke up, raising his head to look at him.

Richard was about to shake his head, but seeing the narrowed eyes of the man above, a chill ran through him. This man was his "senior," they had worked together in the CIA—did he not know what kind of man Old Bush was?

Although he seemed smiley all day, his hands were extremely dirty!