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"System what is going on?" Tristan questioned further feeling a bit uneasy, he did not care about the commotion knowing that if the president's son made it out then all was good.

"Tristan place a call on Max please," he requested, his brows narrowed with worries but he made sure not to allow anyone to see him looking that way by constantly staring out the window.

However, the system still gave no response and allowed Tristan to watch the scene of the search, he watched how the room became crowded with numerous officers, and how all the prisoners were being locked up.

While this was going on, the officer at the front sitting next to the driver turned to Drake and said,

"Your victim seems to have escaped."

"What?" He exclaimed and turned to Tristan who was still staring out the window.

The screen before Tristan went blank for a second, then was immediately lit up once again to reveal the president's son seated with Max in the car driving off.

Tristan heaved a sigh of relief and dismisse
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