This is not just a phone call, it's obviously someone going to commit murder, right?!!
The chill is really enough to freeze a person to death.
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Director's office.
Edward White sat on the sofa, a cigarette wedged between his slender fingers.
Soon, the cigarette was smoked down to nothing but a butt.
The smoldering cigarette butt was nearly burning his hand, yet the man didn't discard it.
One of the White Clan's subordinates reported: "Eldest Young Master, Miss went to the party at Prosperity Hotel. Because you were in a meeting, we didn't notify you to avoid disturbing you."
"When Miss first went, she was fine, but later we received a call... saying Miss had fallen down the stairs..."
Edward White looked up, his expression not good: "She didn't fall down by herself. Someone pushed her. Get all the hotel's surveillance footage and find out who it was."
"Yes, Eldest Young Master, we'll go down to investigate immediately."
No one dared to slack off.
