CHAPTER 170.

In the outskirts of Florentine, the majestic meeting hall of the Arctic city, Peterson sat, his face flushed with rage, “I had told you that my son was innocent of all the allegations you people brought on him.” he yelled with a rage.

Methot sitting just by his side, his mind still reeling with the thoughts of where Kendrick should have been, from the last he could remember, the IG had mistakenly shot the driver who had attempted to abscond upon finding out the dead body of Louis.

“That's the same thing I said to the governor when we spoke, but he still made it look like I had nothing to say or talk about.” he replied.

“so what do we do right now, we do not have to sit back talking all day without taking action on this issue.” Evelyn replied, her voice laced with concern.

Suddenly, one of Peterson’s guard hurried into the hall, his voice deep, “...the governor is here, sir.” he announced.

Methot jumped from the chair in surprise, “I thought he said he wasn't going to attend a meeting