A chill entered Alexander's eyes as he stared at Nathan.
He knew Nathan was trapped by his own obsessions; nothing he said would get through.
Staying any longer would be a waste of time. He wouldn't get any more useful information.
Without another word, he slowly stood up.
Nathan's head snapped up, his eyes still burning with resentment, but he didn't shout this time. He just glared at Alexander's departing back.
Alexander didn't pause, walking straight toward the exit and leaving the hateful stare behind him.
As Alexander reached the end of the hallway, a familiar voice called out from the side. "President Davidson, long time no see."
He stopped and turned to see Harold Chapman leaning against the wall, dressed in a well-tailored charcoal suit. His hands were in his pockets, and a knowing smile played on his lips.
Harold had been his business rival for years. They had clashed countless times, both openly and behind the scenes, and knew each other's tactics and ambitions inside and out.
Running into him here, of all places—
"Mr. Chapman," Alexander acknowledged with a slight nod, his tone neutral. "I didn't expect to see you here."
Harold pushed himself off the wall and ambled over to Alexander. His eyes lingered on Alexander's face for a moment before he smiled. "What a coincidence. I'm here to see Nathan."
"We were business partners, after all. I never would have guessed he was capable of kidnapping a national engineer. Quite the surprise."

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