The Velmoria White Gate security opened their large gate, and different luxurious cars drove through.President Valet received the keys to repark every car that drove through the gate in the appropriate parking lot.Each dignified person, dressed in tuxedos and gowns, stepped down from their luxurious cars and walked straight through the White House front door.A gala party — a celebration for the success of the self-sufficient policy — was happening tonight. Hence, Elisha was going to leverage it for his mission.Like everybody else, Elisha drove right through the already opened gate. Beforehand, he had not known about the gala, but coincidentally, the gala was happening tonight, and wasn’t he the luckiest man?He smiled at the valet as he tossed him his car key, then confidently walked away from the door, blending effortlessly with the evening's elegance.He made sure to walk on the red carpet that was spread to glorify the staircase beyond the front door. Every detail of his moveme

“Ahem!” Ms. Sonya cleared her throat the moment she noticed Alex and Elisha holding their handshake longer than usual. The atmosphere around them shifted—subtle, but undeniable. She narrowed her eyes at the pair.Her gaze moved to Alex’s face. His expression was slightly squinted—like someone trying to process a gut feeling or a hidden message. There was tension in his eyes, not the typical expression worn when meeting a stranger.Then she turned her attention to Elisha. He wore a smirk. Not just any smirk—it was the kind that carried intent. Calculated. Confident. There was something behind it, something unspoken. But what exactly, she couldn’t tell.Maybe they were old buddies just reconnecting? she thought, attempting to shake the discomfort as she stepped back. Still, something about their exchange didn’t sit right.“Perhaps I’ll leave you two to catch up, huh?” she muttered awkwardly, trying to mask her confusion with a polite smile before walking away quickly, heels tapping shar

Elisha stepped his foot into the office. It was quiet, elegant, and heavily guarded. He saw Alex sitting right behind his desk like the president he was—confident, composed, and commanding.“Mr….” Alex began, feigning ignorance of his name. He did it deliberately. He wanted Elisha to repeat his introduction, hoping that this time he might slip, say something different—something that would give Alex a reason to act.Receiving his handshake with a respectful bow, Elisha obliged. “Elisha Gunn, President of the Children’s Wealth Foundation Home,” he said firmly.A military general like him? He had gone on countless missions in the past—covert operations that demanded he maintain alternate identities. How could he forget something as simple as a name? Especially when the first name was real and the last name was fabricated? This was child's play for someone of his caliber.Alex nodded slowly, his sharp gaze fixed on Elisha. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk with a smooth wave of