Nolan's heart almost pop out through his throat, his hand shook fearfully that the phone almost fall off his hand.

"Oh! It's not Broderick Alessandro," he said, "the sport car I saw just now was like that of Broderick Alessandro."

Nolan heaved a sigh of relief and hung the call up, it was at this time that the door opened.

He was stunned to see a strange man standing before him.

"Hey," Nolan greeted. He expected that this man standing before him would recognize him as the president of the cou