The old man identified the familiar person who just appeared to be the president of the country. With the entourage that came with him, she needed no one to tell him that this was truly the president.

"Good afternoon, sir," the old man greeted as Nolan walked towards him.

"Good afternoon,sir. Some people left here a few minutes ago, who are they?" Nolan asked the old man.

"I don't really recognize them but they are the ones who put an offer on TV that whoever has a type of blood type should reach out to them," the old man said innocently.

"Are you the one who has the kind of blood type they are looking for?"

"Not at all, but I have someone who has the exact blood type they needed. They have carried this person away," the old man said.

"From what we heard about you, you live here alone, how come you suddenly have someone living with you?" Nolan asked.

The man became careful at this point, he didn't want to say anything that would point to Broderick so he wouldn't be in trouble,