Chapter 165: A Midnight Meeting at the White House

Chris set the phone down, his expression unreadable. Across the room, Ethan studied him closely.

"They're coming?" Ethan asked.

Chris nodded. "Tonight. The Kremlin wants a meeting at the White House."

Ethan exhaled. "They're moving fast. They want control of the conversation before this escalates further."

Chris smirked. "Let them think they have control. By the time they leave, they'll realize they never did."

He stood up, adjusting his cufflinks. "We need to go."

Ethan was already making calls. "I'll alert security. Blackwood operatives will be stationed throughout the White House."

Chris grabbed his coat. "Make sure our intelligence team is monitoring every move they make. I want to know the second they land, who they bring, and what leverage they think they have."

Ethan nodded. "And if they come with threats?"

Chris's smirk turned cold. "Then they'll leave with regrets."

The convoy was waiting outside. As they stepped in, the engines roared to life, heading straight for the White House.

By the time Russia's delegation arrived, Christopher Blackwood would already be waiting.

And the real game would begin.