Sophie Sullivan slowly reached out her hand.
Thomas Shannon hesitated. Sophie Sullivan furrowed her brows slightly. "Hold my hand."
Thomas Shannon was momentarily lost for words.
Reluctantly, he held out his hand. Sophie Sullivan took it, using his strength to get out of the car.
Once out of the car, she looked around at the highly secure and mysterious place, feeling extremely curious.
However, before she could take a closer look, Thomas Shannon led her away.
Along the way, employees in uniform bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle to greet, "Greetings, President!"
After entering the inner area, Sophie Sullivan was in awe!
Everywhere she looked, there were various types of military equipment samples.
The place was huge, but not chaotic.
The noise from machinery manufacturing was piercing, yet it stirred her blood.
"Mr. President, you're here!" A middle-aged man, apparently the person in charge, hurried over to them, bowing respectfully.
