My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Final Middle East Meeting
The next morning, after having breakfast with his friends at the mansion, Liam stepped into the waiting Rolls Royce.

The convoy started driving to the meeting location, making their way through the streets of Dubai.

Today was the day of another meeting, another round of pointless probing and another circle of questions with no real purpose.

He wasn’t expecting anything different today. To him, this meeting with the Qatari representative would be just like the ones with the Saudi and the UAE delegates—polite greetings, forced smiles, and questions layered with meaning that he didn’t care to uncover.

In other words, it will be boring. That was the simplest way to describe it. And it was beginning to irritate him.

After today, he planned to call Daniel and tell him he would not accept any more meetings. Not from governments, not from royal families, not from corporations. No matter who they were. Even if the President of the United States demanded a meeting, Liam intends to ignore it unless the reason touched his personal affairs directly or Nova Technologies.

He had no interest in walking into a room just to be treated like a subject under interrogation. He wasn’t a prisoner, and he wasn’t obligated to answer questions that served everyone but him.

If anyone wanted anything from him, they would have to come through official company channels. And if the request wasn’t aligned with his business, then the email could go straight to spam.

Liam exhaled slowly, closing his eyes as the car continued moving through the luxurious streets of Dubai. He braced himself mentally for the torture he would soon face.

***

Time danced by like flowing water, and what felt like only moments later, the meeting had ended.

Liam sat in the back of the car again, watching the city pass through the tinted windows as he headed back to the Burj Khalifa. He felt tired mentally. The meeting had drained him in a way battles never could.

It had started almost exactly like the others: polite small talk, gentle probing, attempts at disguised curiosity. He thought it would end that way too. But near the end, the representative surprised him.

The last questions were different. They were sharper and more deliberate. They were less about him and more about who he could become.

The man had folded his fingers together, leaned forward slightly, and asked:

“If Qatar wished to assist you, what form of cooperation would benefit you most?”

“What type of environment do you need to accomplish your goals?”

“When you act, do you seek influence or simply efficiency?”

“Do you view nations as obstacles or as tools?”

Liam had been slightly surprised by the questions, but he didn’t show it. Instead, his mind sharpened instantly.

He knew that these were not casual questions. These were questions asked when someone tried to measure the direction of a rising storm. A test. A subtle attempt to understand what kind of force he would become.

And he knew they were analyzing everything from his tone, his posture, his heartbeat, to even the smallest twitch of his fingers.

He could not answer carelessly, to avoid giving them exactly what they want.

So he pretended to think. He allowed a silence long enough to seem thoughtful but not disrespectful. Then he answered each one in the simplest and least revealing way possible.

For the first question, he replied and said that he had never thought of receiving help from Qatar, but he would consider it and reach out if needed.

For the second question, he said his only real goal was to live a simple, stress-free life.

The man had laughed lightly when he heard Liam’s answer, and he commented that Liam’s life was far from simple at the moment.

Liam smiled back and agreed that he couldn’t help it, which was exactly why he wanted peace.

For the third question, he said:

“Seeking influence goes against my goal of a simple life.”

He added nothing else, letting the representative interpret the rest on his own.

And for the last question, he gave a gentle smile and answered:

“I don’t see nations as obstacles or tools. They are the places we come from. They exist before us and after us.”

It was vague enough to avoid showing ambition, yet thoughtful enough to avoid sounding disinterested. He did what expected of a patriot and painted himself as a patriot, even though he doesn’t really give a fuck about nayions and could easily wipe them off if he wants to.

The man seemed pleased by his answer, though Liam could tell the smile was the smile of someone who had not gotten everything they wanted.

Liam sighed softly as he remembered those final moments. That small part of the meeting alone had required more focus than a deadly battle. If he had slipped even slightly, if he had answered too quickly or too cleverly, they would have misread him and he would have walked right into a trap.

He would rather fight a horde of indescribable monsters than sit through another conversation like that.

***

After almost an hour, the Rolls Royce finally pulled up into the Burj Khalifa underground garage.

Liam stepped out and rode the elevator up to his apartment. When he opened the door, he saw his friends in the living room, laughing about something.

They turned toward him at once.

“Hey, you’re back!” Kristopher greeted with a grin.

The others waved at him. Liam smiled faintly as he walked into the room and sank into the couch beside them.

“So… how was the meeting?” Matt asked.

Liam gave them a flat look. The look that said: You already know how it went.

They burst into quiet laughter.

Kristy shook her head. “You poor thing. You look like you just survived something painful.”

“I did,” Liam muttered. “I’m just happy I’m leaving tomorrow.”

His friends nodded with understanding.

“You’ll finally be free,” Matt said.

“Free from the royal interrogation club,” Harper added.

Liam chuckled with a tired breath.

“I wonder how you guys had survived so long. I wouldn’t. That’s for sure,” he muttered.

They couldn’t help but smile at his words. Unlike him, they had no choice.

“So,” Matt asked with a curious tone, “what are you planning to do next? After you leave Dubai?”

Liam lifted his head slightly, smiled and replied, “I want a real vacation. I’ve been too busy these past weeks.”

His friends nodded.

Kristopher spoke next. “We’re heading back to the U.S. tomorrow as well. There are things waiting for us at work.”

Liam nodded. “I understand. And thank you all for being here. It meant a lot.”

Stacy laughed softly. “We should be the ones thanking you, not the other way around. You’ve done so much for us, Liam. More than we can ever repay.”

Kristy and Harper nodded in agreement.

Stacy leaned forward with a gentle smile. “But we’ll always be your friends. Loyal ones.”

Liam’s expression softened. He looked around at each of them, seeing the sincerity in their eyes. A quiet warmth settled in his chest.

They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening chatting casually. They talked about random things, from movies, food, hobbies, to light jokes.

It was nothing serious or stressful. It was just normal conversation among people who trusted one another.