Angie's smile froze on her face and slowly faded.
There was silence for a while.
She looked at Eric and said, "So, you don’t accept the deal?"
Eric stubbed out the cigarette. His gaze seemed to be quenched with ice.
"I don't accept it."
Angie stood up, looked at him, and left in silence.
The office door opened and closed.
Eric’s eyes were dark and sullen as he remained silent. There was only the vague feeling of a chill in the air.
Mitchell pushed the door in with a glum expression.
"President, we found out that your father has not been seen in Australia for three days. No one around him knows his whereabouts. In the past, he would often disappear for a few days in a row to go out for fun or study tours, so no one took it to heart. Unexpectedly, this time... Should I inquire with the other arms dealers we're familiar with?"
Even if they did not get involved with firearms, they knew quite a few people in this business.
After all, the money they had came and went, and a lot of them needed a legitimate way to launder the money. Ferguson Corporation was huge, so they were naturally their dream partner.
Eric’s gloomy gaze looked in one direction. His thin lips parted.
"No need. He's already in her hands. There's no doubt about that.”
Angie would not have run up to him and said things like that if she had not been completely confident.
Her forces were shameless to use deception.
However...
Mitchell paused and looked at him.
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