In Ferguson Corporation.

It was already close to dusk when Eric came out of the conference room.

The setting sun hung at an angle on the branches of the treetops outside the office, the same as countless ordinary evenings.

He still had forty minutes before his flight. He had not forgotten that Nicole was waiting for him in Riopolis.

Eric casually loosened his tie and was just about to ask Mitchell to bring all the signed documents when he saw the man suddenly running in from outside in a flurry.

His face was pale and panicked.

Mitchell had been an assistant to Eric for many years, but he had always been calm and dignified, and never lost his composure like this.

“P-President…”

Eric frowned. His expression sank slightly as he waited for Mitchell to continue.

“An hour ago, I got the news that Ms. Stanton’s plane crashed. After searching and verification, it was confirmed that… There were no survivors...”

Mitchell’s voice grew lower and lower, and his lips barely moved when he s