Mr. King sat on the chief's seat, facing the direction of the conference room door, and saw the person coming with the early autumn wind. His old but spirited eyes were filled with the relaxation of a heavy stone falling from his heart and pleasure.
Good lad, he finally came back before I was half dead with anger!
"Mr. King?"
"Mr. King?!"
All the directors and executives in the conference room stood up.
Oliver King froze when he heard that voice, turned his eyes, and saw Mason King with his cold and tall figure walking in from the door of the conference room.
How could it be?
Isn't he long dead?
If Mason King was still alive, how come he didn't show up for so long?
He had definitely deployed people to search, but they never found any trace of Mason King.
A person who vanished without a trace after an incident, isn't that just dead?
Mason King's figure was as tall and straight as ever, his black eyes were cold and piercing, and just standing there made people feel fearful.