Danica was stunned. Pointing at the direction in which Callan went, she asked blankly, "Then shall we follow them?"
Savannah stamped her foot and ran forward saying nothing. Danica shook her head and murmured, "Even the fights between a couple are sweet. That's the meaning of happiness."
In the front yard of the President's Mansion, there was a small building that was specially prepared for guests. Callan walked in with his arms held by a woman. He still retained a bit of clarity of mind, although he could hardly control his body.
He was placed on the bed in the middle of the room, and the woman looked down at him with a triumphant smile on her lips.
"Phew..." Callan gasped with difficulty. "Let go of me. We're in the President's Mansion where you can't do whatever you want. Believe it or not, if you really do something to me, you won't be able to leave here."