Right Here Waiting

In the Maybach car

Arthur was holding the phone in his hand, his knuckles were slightly white, and his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of invisible frost. No one knew when a layer of cold sweat climbed on his back bone.

"Eugene is dead," After a while, Arthur rubbed between his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice.

Eugene had been standing at the front line all his life. He was loyal, courageous, and prudent. If it weren't for the case that had always been his knot, he could have climbed to a higher position. But he had owed a debt of gratitude, and now he even died because of this.

Martin raised his head slightly and his cold face was reflected on the black window

omputer screen in front of her.

Although official microblog of the Headline of J City stood out to refute the rumor, the news flew out as if it had wings. At this time, the more deleted the news, the more public opinion would guess.

"Yes, I'll be downstairs of your company soon. You go downstairs and we'll talk about it later," said Martin.

Hearing this, Cassandra replied, "Okay, I'll be right downstairs."

A few minutes later.

Cassandra came out of the building and walked quickly to the car. As soon as she got on the car, Martin took a towel to carefully wipe the rain off her body, and handed her a cup of hot water. "Don't be in a hurry. Have a cup of hot water first."