Chapitre 638: Blurred lines

[PIERSON CORPORATION: Director's Office]

"He's on a short vacation?" Dean raised an eyebrow, looking at his assistant standing across his desk. "For what reason? Did he fall ill?"

"We couldn't get more details," said the assistant. "But he wasn't admitted to any hospital."

"How about outside Anteca?"

The assistant simply shook her head in response. Hearing this and seeing her answer, Dean leaned back and pondered the situation. He brushed his finger across his chin, deep in thought.

"That's weird," he whispered. "The board meeting is coming up, and he's going on a vacation."

But before Dean could delve deeper into this, he snapped his eyes at his assistant. "You may go."

"Yes, sir." The assistant lowered her head slightly. "Mr. Davis is outside. Should I let him in?"

"He's here?" Dean raised his eyebrow again before nodding in understanding. "Sure. Let him in."