My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 570 Having a Conversation With The President

The President turned, only to find herself in an office of an unimaginable scale, far grander than any she had encountered before.

Within this vast space, two distinct seating arrangements were visible. The primary area featured a glass desk at its center, occupied by an office chair, with two solitary sofas positioned opposite.

A second, more extensive seating area occupied a far corner, comprising an L-shaped sofa, two additional single sofas, and a glass table in the middle.

Beyond the peculiar layouts of the seating and the sheer immensity of the office, there was little else to distinguish it.

She became aware that the surroundings were a stark void of outer space, punctuated by distant points of light, resembling celestial bodies.

Liam proceeded to one of the single sofas in the corner and took a seat. Lucy remained standing beside him, the prepared documents still clutched in her hand.

"Do not keep us in suspense. It would be detrimental if they discovered you are not in your office," Liam stated.

"Not that they will. We have already managed that situation," he added.

"What have you done?" the President inquired, a sense of dread creeping in.

Liam let out an amused scoff upon witnessing the fearful expression on her face.

"Rest assured. You shall discover the details upon your return. Now, will you continue to delay, or will you come and occupy your seat so that our discussion may commence?" he asked.

The President regarded Liam for a moment before slowly moving towards him. As she walked, her gaze swept over the surroundings, attempting to grasp the unfolding events, but the sheer magnitude of it all was so overwhelming that she felt a week would barely suffice to comprehend it fully.

"Did you truly transport me to those locations, or have I been here all along?" she questioned, settling onto the L-shaped sofa.

"What are your thoughts? Did I?" Liam deflected the question back to her.

"I believe you did," she responded.

"Ultimately, it holds little consequence. Regardless, the message was conveyed, was it not?" Liam probed.

The President remained silent, choosing not to offer a reply.

Liam observed her silence but seemed unconcerned.

"Now, let us address the primary reason for this meeting," he announced, extending his hand towards Lucy. She promptly placed the document into his grasp.

He laid the document on the glass table separating them and slid it across to her.

"What is this?" she asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the document folder.

"Open it and review its contents," Liam instructed.

The President met his gaze for a moment, contemplating a refusal before quickly deciding against it. An undeniable curiosity about the folder's contents had taken hold.

She retrieved the folder and extracted several clipped files. Setting the now empty folder aside, she began to examine the files in her hands.

After a few minutes, she gently placed the files back onto the glass table. Though internal anger simmered at what she had read, she meticulously maintained her composure, ensuring no outward sign of her emotion betrayed her.

She now grasped the reason for Liam’s actions, but his ultimate objective remained unclear.

"Now that you have concluded your review, I can state my demand," Liam declared, unaffected by the resolute expression adorning the President's face.

"What is it that you want?" she asked.

"I shall grant your administration an opportunity for atonement. Issue reprimands to the individuals on this roster for their transgressions, imposing the most severe sentences possible," Liam replied.

"That is all?" the President inquired, bewildered.

"No. You have a three-day timeframe," Liam added.

"What do you mean by a three-day limit?" she questioned, a blend of shock and confusion evident in her voice.

"Precisely as stated. Bring them to justice for their crimes, ensuring they receive the maximum legal sentence for each offense, and all must be completed within 72 hours," Liam clarified.

A brief silence ensued as the President absorbed the implications and assessed the feasibility of his demand.

The reality was that while indicting the individuals listed was achievable, guaranteeing maximum legal sentences was far from certain.

In fact, the entire undertaking bordered on the impossible due to the stringent 72-hour deadline.

The individuals named in the files were not without influence; they possessed significant connections within Congress and various governmental bodies, necessitating thorough investigations – another daunting aspect of the task.

The President surmised that Liam’s true intention was for her to utilize the FBI and other agencies to apprehend these individuals immediately and imprison them.

She couldn't help but ponder the motive behind Liam's demands. Had these individuals targeted him or someone close to him?

This seemed plausible given the evidence presented in the documents. Nonetheless, established procedures existed, and she was disinclined to abandon them simply because she had been summoned to a location far above the White House.

"My apologies, but that would be impossible. If your desire is for them to face justice, I shall deliver these files to the CIA and FBI, allowing them to investigate and enact suitable measures," she stated with an air of finality.

Liam's smile widened upon hearing her response. This was precisely what he had anticipated, and he was not taken aback. In fact, he would have felt a pang of disappointment had she agreed too readily.

"I believe I neglected to mention that this is not a request," he replied, his smile persistent. "Every action precipitates a consequence, be it positive or negative."

"And what would be the outcome if we fail to accomplish this within the stipulated 72 hours?" the President inquired.

"Ah, that is where the true intrigue lies. Do you recall the active volcano? There exist numerous similar geological threats across the globe. I ponder how long your tenure would endure should I begin delivering those individuals into such fiery pits. How then would you manage the federal cold cases that are certain to emerge?" Liam mused, pausing for dramatic effect.

He then tapped the glass table, which illuminated, commencing the display of information. With another tap on a particular folder, a multitude of images, each depicting distinct yet remarkably recognizable individuals, accompanied by their pertinent data, began to flicker across the table's surface.

"My reach would not be confined solely to them. I possess a compilation detailing the transgressions of every individual currently occupying any governmental position, as well as those who have held office within the past century. This dossier includes yourself," Liam added ominously.

"So, what is your decision?" Liam inquired, settling back comfortably onto the sofa.