Miss President wants to talk to you

……

That evening, Eleanor went to bed to sleep.

Since Roseve became president, he has also moved into the White House and has his own room.

After a long day at work, fatigue quickly sets in.

He closed his eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

Eleanor vaguely heard someone calling her name.

"Eleanor! Eleanor!"

Who stays up so late at night, disturbing people's sleep?

Eleanor sat up groggily.

Then he saw Rosef sitting on the windowsill in the distance, looking at him with a gentle smile.

Chapter 40: The Invisible Conspiracy

"Why are you here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Eleanor rubbed her eyes, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

It seems the president's workload isn't enough; he still has the energy to run around in the middle of the night.

I need to give her more responsibilities tomorrow.

"Eleanor".

Rosef stood up, her figure graceful and elegant in the moonlight.

She slowly walked up to Eleanor and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Eleanor had never seen Roseve look at him like that before.

It's like a mother looking at her child, making people feel an irresistible attachment.

Is she really Rosef?

Eleanor had just begun to wonder when she saw the other person extend their hand.

Slender fingertips touched Eleanor's forehead through the moonlight.

"That solves the problem."

Rosef smiled and said, "It's good that young people want to improve, but if they get too much attention, they'll be targeted. You need to be more careful."

What do you mean?

Eleanor wanted to ask for clarification, but suddenly a wave of fatigue washed over her.

He rolled his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In her dazed state, she heard Roseve say to her:

"Well then, see you next time."

……

When Eleanor opened her eyes again, a faint white light was appearing on the horizon.

It's already morning.

Eleanor didn't seem to sleep very well last night; she felt quite listless.

He got up to wash up.

Then, when he looked up and saw the mirror, he was startled.

He almost didn't recognize himself in the mirror.

His face was ashen, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked like he hadn't slept for three whole days and was about to die.

Am I really that tired?

Eleanor splashed cold water on her face several times.

My complexion looked a little better, but my mind was still foggy.

Eleanor left the room and went to her office.

This morning he plans to go see Edgar first to prepare the content for the second episode of "The Federal Government's Questioning".

When Eleanor walked into the director of the Bureau of Investigation's office, the director was looking down at a report.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up.

Instantly, Edgar froze.

“Mr. Hopkins!” Her voice sounded alarmed. “Are you sick?”

"No."

"Then you'd better take a look at yourself now."

"Looked."

Eleanor sat down opposite her and yawned.

"I just didn't sleep well."

"not necessarily."

Edgar stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of him.

She held out her hand, held up one finger in front of him, and then slowly traced it from left to right.

Eleanor's eyes followed the movement, but her reaction was clearly not keeping up.

"There was definitely something wrong!"

Edgar said, "Mr. Hopkins, put work aside for now, I need to call the medical team over!"

There is absolutely no room for negotiation on this matter.

Soon, the White House medical team arrived.

They immediately arranged a full set of tests for Eleanor.

Blood pressure, heart rate, and other physical indicators.

The results showed that everything was normal.

"Mr. Hopkins."

The attending physician removed the stethoscope and said, "Your vital signs are all within the normal range, and no abnormalities were found."

"So he wasn't sick?"

Edgar stood aside and asked.

"I dare not make such a statement, but judging from the examination report, Mr. Hopkins is in very good health."

is it?

Edgar crossed his arms and fell into thought.

As the director of the investigation bureau, someone who had dealt with countless conspiracies and schemes, she realized the problem.

It seems that routine medical examinations are no longer useful.

“Next, we’ll arrange for the detection of traces of magic,” she told the medical team.

"Aren't you overreacting a bit?"

Eleanor couldn't help but ask, "Apart from feeling a little dizzy, I don't feel any discomfort."

"That's the problem!"

Edgar explained to Eleanor with an air of smugness.

"Eleanor, haven't you realized it yet? You're speaking a beat too slowly now."

Have it?

Eleanor didn't see anything wrong with it.

Soon, the examination room door was pushed open, and a young woman dressed in a black and white nun's habit, with a somewhat world-weary expression, walked in.

She wore a silver badge around her neck and was a member of the White House Magical Medical Team.

It is specifically designed to address problems that cannot be solved by general medicine.

"Mother Teresa, I beg you."

Edgar clearly knew the nun; they had worked together many times.

“This is troublesome… Mr. Hopkins, please do not move now.”

The nun walked up to Eleanor, extended her right hand, and her lips moved slightly as if she were chanting a spell.

Then, she opened her eyes, her expression incredibly complex.

Why did you call me over now?

Edgar's expression hardened; there was definitely a problem!

"What do you mean? Is the situation serious?"

"No."

Theresa shook her head. "If it had been a little later, he would have recovered on his own."

Edgar: "..."