As Silas's private jet disappeared beyond U.S. airspace, a White House aide rushed into the President's office, breathless and wide-eyed.
"Mr. President, he's gone."
The President looked up, narrowing his eyes. "Gone?" he repeated, his voice edged with curiosity and a faint chill. "Explain."
"Yes, sir. Silas. He left with his family. They've departed the country."
For a moment, the President stared, caught off-guard. Then, his gaze hardened, narrowing in thought. Silas leaving the country—what did it mean?
Why would the most powerful young man he'd ever encountered suddenly vanish like this? One thing was certain: this was no small matter.
He had expected Silas to come for revenge. He knew that the killing of Daniel, orchestrated to settle a score, wouldn't had quelled the anger he was feeling.
