Riding a tiger, difficult to dismount, indeed he was in a situation akin to riding a tiger!
If possible, Frank Chamberlain wished he could personally stitch Aidan Lucas's lips shut with that needle.
No, not just Aidan Lucas.
He wished he had never set foot in Coldwell's mansion.
He wished he never even knew of Hannah Ford's existence!
"Mr. President, are you alright?" Outside the door, the adjutant's voice resounded once again.
Following were the voices of a few other important officials and members of the Presidential Staff.
Frank Chamberlain knew, as a politician, now was not the time to act on whim.
But…
He took a deep breath, opened the door, and looked at the people outside with a calm gaze.
"Mr. President…"
"I know what you want to say. No need to speak, I absolutely disagree!"
