The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 256

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 h e 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 said the last four words.

Behind Eric was a huge window wall. At a glance, one could see the shadow of his tall and slender figure being pulled by the sunset.

At that moment, the temperature in the office was like an ice cellar, cold and gloomy.

Eric's face gradually stiffened and darkened, and a huge storm instantly brewed in his deep eyes.

"What did you say?"

His voice was hoarse and icy as his eyes grew bloodshot.

He must have misheard!

Mitchell did not dare to repeat his words. His eyes had reddened as well.

"It's true. Ms. Stanton's name was written on the list of casualties.

"When the Stanton family got the news, Chairman Floyd had just returned from Philmont and was hospitalized for excessive grief..."

A dead silence fell over the office after he finished his words. A dense chill and a deep sadness pervaded the surroundings and blanketed the area.

Eric stood there stiffly, his eyes staring straight at Mitchell.

He had never felt like this before. It was as if his heart was being stabbed by a blunt instrument and wrapped with barbed thorns, dripping with blood.

It was so painful that he could not speak.

He only felt numb as he trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, his body shook like it was drenched i n iced water. It was as if his soul had left his body. His face was pale as blood drained from his body.

The next second, he dragged his hand recklessly across the table and swept everything to the floor in grief and anger.

"I don't believe it! She can't be dead! How can she be dead?!”