My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 451 Another Meeting With Whitlock
Chapter 451 Another Meeting With Whitlock
Liam returned to Earth during the late evening hours. The Black Titan descended through the night sky, its running lights cutting precise lines through the darkness as it approached LAX’s private terminal.
Inside the cabin, Liam sat in one of the forward seats and pulled out his phone. The call connected on the second ring.
“Daniel,” Liam said. “I need you to set up a meeting with Whitlock for tomorrow.”
There was a brief pause on the other end as Daniel processed the request. “Of course. Where would you like the meeting to take place?”
“His office is fine,” Liam said.
“Understood. I’ll reach out to him immediately and confirm the details. I’ll call you back with the time once it’s arranged.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
The call ended with a soft click.
Liam leaned back in his seat and looked out the window. The city sprawled beneath him, a grid of lights that extended to every horizon. He knew that with the upcoming pre-order event, the world is waiting for the possible announcement of a future product from Nova Technologies.
And Liam has no intention to disappoint, as he would be dropping the most shocking of announcements ever.
The aircraft touched down smoothly. Liam disembarked, got into his car, and let Nick and Mason drive him home through the quiet streets.
***
Morning arrived with clear skies and the kind of sharp autumn light that made everything look defined and purposeful.
Liam finished his breakfast at the dining table, took a final sip of coffee, and stood. The house was quiet around him, the staff moving through their routines with practiced efficiency.
He checked his phone. Daniel had called back the previous night with confirmation—the meeting was set for ten o’clock.
It was time.
Liam walked to the center of the room and vanished and he reappeared in Whitlock’s office almost instantly.
In the office, Whitlock and Daniel were already waiting for him.
Whitlock stood on a side of the sofa, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit. His expression was composed, but the slight widening of his eyes when Liam materialized in the middle of the room, was unmistakable.
This was the second time Whitlock was witnessing this, but teleportation wasn’t something you got used to, especially not after just the first time.
Daniel sat on the other end of the sofa. But unlike Whitlock, he didn’t flinch when Liam appeared. With everything he has seen a step Managing Director of Liam’s family office, Bellemere Family Office, what is a mere teleportation for it to shock him?
Both men straightened and greeted Liam almost simultaneously.
“Mr. Scott, welcome” Whitlock said, his voice carrying a mix of the practiced warmth of a professional and a genuine one.
“Good to see you again, sir,” Daniel added with a slight nod.
Liam returned the greeting with a nod of his own and moved to one of the chairs positioned in front of Whitlock’s desk. He settled into it with the ease.
“Thank you for making time on short notice.”
“For you? Always,” Whitlock said, though there was a careful quality to the statement. He sat down as well, folding his hands on the desk in front of him. “I assume this isn’t a social call.”
Liam smiled slightly. “It could be. How have you been? How are you enjoying your new status with the government?”
Whitlock’s expression shifted into something that was equal parts amusement and resignation. He leaned back in his chair and let out a soft chuckle.
“Enjoying is a generous word,” he said. “It’s been… educational. The Strategic Infrastructure Protection classification has opened doors, but it’s also put me under a microscope I didn’t ask for.”
He paused, then added with a wry smile, “Honestly, I envy you. You operate outside the entire system, with no oversight. You have no committees to answer to and no need to justify your decisions to anyone except yourself. That’s a level of freedom most people in my position can only dream about.”
Liam tilted his head slightly. “You’re not wrong. But you knew what you were signing up for when we made our arrangement.”
“I did,” Whitlock agreed. “And I don’t regret it. The benefits have far outweighed the inconveniences. But I’d be lying if I said the stress wasn’t mounting.”
“Well,” Liam said, his smile widening just a fraction, “I’m actually here to help with that.”
Whitlock’s expression shifted immediately. The amusement faded, replaced by sharper and more cautious expression. He studied Liam’s face for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Somehow,” Whitlock said slowly, “that statement doesn’t reassure me.”
Liam laughed softly. “Am I that untrustworthy?”
Whitlock didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched Liam, waiting.
Liam leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the armrests of his chair. “The reason I called this meeting is simple. Nova Technologies is preparing to release a new product, and I need JP Morgan’s help securing the necessary certifications.”
Whitlock’s frown deepened, though it wasn’t hostile. It was the expression of a man who had just heard the opening move of a chess game and was already calculating the next five. “What kind of product?”
“A health product,” Liam said. “Specifically, an injectable solution containing medical-grade nanites.”
Whitlock went very still when he heard this, but his mind was already playing through a lot of things.
Liam continued without missing a beat. “The nanites can perform a range of medical functions. They can cure chronic conditions, regenerate damaged tissue, regrow entire organs if necessary and they can prevent illness entirely by maintaining the body at optimal health on a cellular level.”
The silence that followed was absolute.
Whitlock stared at him. Daniel had gone equally still.
Whitlock exhaled slowly through his nose. He leaned back in his chair, his hands moving to rest on the armrests, and for several seconds he said nothing at all. His eyes didn’t leave Liam’s face.
“I wouldn’t expect less,” Whitlock said finally, his voice quieter than it had been before.
Liam waited.
Whitlock’s fingers drummed once against the armrest. “You understand what you’re asking me to do.”
“I do.”
“This isn’t like the Lucid or the Lucid Air,” Whitlock said. “Those disrupted industries, yes. They changed entire markets. But this—” He gestured vaguely, as though trying to encompass the enormity of what Liam had just described. “This touches areas that governments consider untouchable. Healthcare. Life extension. Mortality itself, if what you’re describing is accurate.”
“It is,” Liam said simply.
Whitlock nodded slowly. “Then you’re not just disrupting an industry. You’re threatening to dismantle power structures that have existed for generations. The pharmaceutical companies. The insurance sector. The regulatory agencies that have spent decades building their influence around scarcity and dependency.”
He paused, his expression hardening slightly.
“The CDC won’t just hand over certification for something like this. The FDA will demand years of clinical trials. The Department of Defense will want access to the technology for military applications. Homeland Security will raise national security concerns. The White House will get involved directly. There will be congressional hearings. Subpoenas. Investigations.”
Whitlock’s voice had remained calm throughout, but there was an edge to it now. “And I, and JP Morgan will be in the middle of all of it, even though the partnership is with just me. And as your partner, we’ll be the target for every bit of pressure they can’t apply to Nova Technologies directly.”
Liam nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m here. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
Whitlock let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Handle it. Right.”
He stood and walked to the window, his hands clasped behind his back. For a long moment he simply looked out at the city, his silhouette framed against the skyline.
“Do you know what the real problem is?” Whitlock said without turning around. “It’s not the regulatory agencies. It’s not the hearings or the investigations. It’s the fact that I can’t refuse.”
He turned back to face Liam.
“We’re allies. You and I made an arrangement, and I’ve benefited enormously from it. But more than that—” Whitlock’s expression shifted into something that was almost a smile. “I want this product to exist. If there’s one thing people with money fear more than losing their wealth, it’s losing their health. And if there’s one thing they’d pay any price for, it’s more time.”
He walked back to his desk but didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the edge, crossing his arms.
“You’re offering them immortality,” Whitlock said quietly. “Or as close to it as humanity has ever come. That changes everything. And I’m not naive enough to think I can walk away from being part of that. Also, I’m a greedy person.”
“So you’ll do it,” Liam asked, as he watched him carefully, even though he knew that Whitlock already accepted.
Whitlock was silent for several long seconds. His jaw worked slightly, as though he were chewing on the decision even though he’d already made it.
“On one condition,” he said finally.
Liam raised an eyebrow. “Name it.”
“I want to see the actual spacecraft from the livestreams in person,” Whitlock said. “And if there’s a base—lunar, orbital, wherever—I want to see that too.”
Liam smiled. “Deal.”
Whitlock leaned forward slightly and extended his hand. Liam stood and shook it, with a firm and deliberate grip.
“Then we have an agreement,” Whitlock said.
“We do.”
They released the handshake, but neither of them moved immediately. Whitlock gestured back toward the chairs. “You have time to stay for a bit? I have questions.”
Liam glanced at Daniel, who gave a small nod, then looked back at Whitlock. “I can spare an hour.”
“Good. I really have a lot of questions.” Whitlock sat back down, his posture more relaxed now that the business portion of the conversation was settled.
Liam settled back into his chair. “Ask away.”
