Chapter 97 Elaine, You Really Have No Heart

In a quiet room, Sean didn't dare to speak, just quietly waiting for Wesley's next plan. After who knows how long, Wesley finally stood up and put on his coat to leave. Sean followed suit, "Mr. President, are we going back to the mansion?" Wesley paused his steps, "We're going to Wall Street." Sean immediately understood that the president still couldn't get past the emotional hurdle. He knew Wesley well and immediately called the driver to wait downstairs. Half an hour later. A Rolls-Royce silhouette stopped not far from Elaine's residence. The man in the car held a cigarette almost burned out between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the lit house nearby, where someone could be seen pacing back and forth through the light. Sean sat in the passenger seat, noticing Wesley's hesitation and serious expression. He actually didn't understand the president very well, whether he wanted to go in or just came to take a look. As an assistant, he could handle many thi