"Mr. Yintern, he's in the meeting room. I'll take you there, said the secretary warmly. She seemed to have never seen such a serious expression on his face before."

Steffan merely nodded his head and did not object.

"In the spacious conference room, Hansen was sitting on the reception chair. His side profile was as cold as ice, perfect and flawless. Even his thick glasses were unable to hide his cold gaze."

Alvin stood by his side with no expression on his face.

"Mr. Yintern, this is Mr. Richards. He said that he has something to talk to you about... The secretary informed him as they entered the room."

Prepare...