Chapitre 179: Chase

His assistant's words echoed in the room, and for a moment, there was silence. Mr. Rockefeller looked at his assistant with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"What did you just say?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.

The assistant was writhing in pain, his face contorted with agony. "I'm sorry, sir. He got the best of me," he managed to gasp out between breaths.

Rockefeller's eyes narrowed as he realized what had happened. "Who was it?" he demanded.

The assistant hesitated for a moment before answering. "It was a private investigator, sir. He was snooping around in your office."

Rockefeller's face twisted into a scowl. "A private investigator? Who could have hired him?" 

"You have a lot of enemies in the business, Mr. Rockefeller so it will be difficult to track it down. Sir, what should we do? I should have pulled the trigger when I had the chance."