The next morning, Demi and the others came to Wilbur''s room.


    "Sir, the president''s office asked for us," Demi said respectfully.


    Wilbur nodded. "Okay. You can all go first. I''ll head overter."


    Demi and the others had to be at the banquet to express their stance and rify which side they were on.


    They had already discussed it with Wilbur and the president''s office as well.


    Demi and the rest were going to announce that they had agreed to be under the Manand government''s control.


    It was a national affair, and no slip-ups were allowed.


    They nodded at Wilbur''s words, bowing before turning to leave.


    Wilbur could very well wait to show up, but the rest of them did not have such a right.


    They could not have the president wait for them.


    After they were gone, Wilbur spotted Sophie and frowned. "Aren''t you supposed to be going back?"


    "I am. I just came here to bid you goodbye," Sophie said in a small voice.


    Wilbur nodded, and Sophie bowed before leaving.


    Wilbur let out a sigh.


    This trip to Manand had definitely done a number on Sophie, considering how big of an ego she had.


    However, if she was able to take in the experience positively, it would do wonders for her future.


    Two hourster, Wilbur nodded at Shepard. "Let''s go."


    Shepard got up, and the two of them walked out of the hotel.


    There was a car from the presidential office that had been waiting the entire time.


    The driver confirmed their identities, before letting them into the car respectfully and driving off to the presidential office.


    While stopped at a red light, a military-grade Hummer came speeding over and stopped behind their car.


    Both cars moved at the same time when the light went green, but the Hummer elerated at once.


    Wilbur and Shepard''s driver could not act in time, and both cars collided with each other.


    The driver stopped the car at once, scrambling to apologize to Wilbur.


    Despite not knowing Wilbur''s real identity, he had to be someone of power to be heading to the president''s office.


    Wilbur frowned. "It''s fine. Keep driving if the car allows it and follow up with the other party after this."


    The driver nodded profusely.


    Just then, however, the driver of the Hummer emerged.


    He was dressed in a military uniform, broad and muscr as he wrenched the door to the seat Wilbur''s driver was sitting in open to yank the guy out.


    "Are you f*cking blind? Do you know whose car you just hit?" the Hummer driver roared at Wilbur''s driver.


    Wilbur''s driver red up at once, shouting back, "Well, this car belongs to the president''s office! We''re headed there right now, mind you!"


    Yet the Hummer driver merely raised his hand, pping Wilbur''s driver across the face.


    Wilbur''s driver was stunned, staring nkly at the military-grade Hummer.


    The Hummer driver smirked. "So what if your car belongs to the president''s office? This car belongs to General Leo Emer!"


    Wilbur''s driver froze at once.


    The Hummer driver noticed that and gave him another two more ps. "You''reing straight to the national security department after this, where you''ll be receiving strict punishment."


    Wilbur could hardly contain his anger at the sight.


    How dare this guy p his driver?