At that moment, Barbara slowly moved her feet, quietly shifting to the side as she tried to maintain a distance from Brady.


    However, Osborn coldly said, "Miss Barbara, I guess you''re the same."


    Barbara stiffened, standing there while being on the verge of tears. She felt like she was just an innocent bystander who had been pulled into all of this.


    However, would the president and Osborn listen to her exnation?


    Barbara was devastated and absolutely regretful.


    She should not have agreed to have dinner with that guy. It was just apletely unfortunate choice.


    After giving the orders, Rogan looked at Wilbur and said, "Wilbur, do you think this is an appropriate way to handle it?"


    Wilbur nced at Brady and the others, who shivered and almost fell to the ground.


    Wilbur scoffed and said, "I won''t investigate things further for the sake of your dignity, but these people need to be punished in the end, especially Brady. The words he used were basically an insult to our whole country."


    "I will definitely investigate and handle this matter strictly. Brady will definitely face some severe punishment. You can rest assured," Rogan said respectfully.


    Wilbur said, "Alright then."


    "Wilbur, I hope there are no misunderstandings between us. Otherwise, I''ll find it hard to sleep at night," Rogan said with a frown.


    Wilbur smiled slightly. "You''re overthinking it. I just couldn''t refuse an invitation from Miss Hannah, which ended up dying our meeting. There are no misunderstandings."


    "That''s good, then. I won''t disturb your date." A smile finally appeared on Rogan''s face.


    At that moment, Wilbur looked at Hannah and said, "I''ll send you home."


    Hannah nodded obediently and hooked her arm around Wilbur''s.


    Rogan looked at it thoughtfully.


    Wilbur walked out with Hannah. When he passed by Brady, Brady could not withstand the powerful aura emanating from Wilbur. Brady''s knees weakened as he fell to the ground with a thud.


    After Wilbur and Hannah left, the patrons in the restaurant all sighed.


    He truly was a legendary existence.


    Rogan shot Brady a look that was equivalent to a death threat.


    Wilbur sent Hannah back to the room that they had reserved. The presidential


    suite was extremely luxurious andfortable.


    The two of them sat on the sofa in the living room and fell into silence.


    After a moment, Hannah said, "Do you want another drink?"


    "Sure," Wilbur said with a smile.


    Hannah opened a bottle of whiskey, adding some ice as she poured a ss for both her and Wilbur. The two of them clinked their sses, and Hannah gulped hers down in one mouthful.


    Wilbur frowned and finished his drink as well.


    After putting down the ss, Hannahined, "Do you really have no feelings for me at all?"


    Wilbur coughed to disguise his nervousness as he said, "It''s not that. It''s just..."


    Before he could finish speaking, Hannah''s red lips were on his. She mumbled, "Then it''s fine. You don''t have to exin anymore."


    Her tongue moved like a snake, and her well-endowed bosom pushed against Wilbur''s flesh.


    Was there any man who could resist that?


    Wilbur instantly grabbed a hold of her ample bosom and pressed Hannah underneath him.


    Hannah, with her beautiful face and shimmering eyes, pursed her lips as she lowered her hands.