บท 51: The Death of a Trusted Aide

Stansen's status in the business world wasn't the highest, but it wasn't low either.

He was a rather special existence.

News that he was locked in the car spread throughout the top circles in almost an instant.

Gazes filled superiority were focused on Stansen.

Some were laughing lightly, some were amused, and some were looking at him in surprise.

They were receiving news regarding Stansen's current situation from wherever they were.

At this moment, Stansen was panting heavily in the car.

Huff!

Huff!

Huff!

He didn't even dare to open a crack in the window.

So now, the oxygen in the car was almost depleted by him, who was filled with terror.

This vice president of the Owain Chamber of Commerce was a middle-aged man in his fifties.

He was sweating profusely and trembling all over.

He even wanted to curl up under the car seat.