"Sir." Sheryl immediately stood and greeted Justin respectfully as he entered the room.

"What are you doing here?" Justin's cold gaze swept over her as he strolled leisurely to the couch and sat down.

Sheryl quickly explained, "I received a parcel for you from the administrative secretary half an hour ago. I thought it might be something important, something you wouldn't want too many people to handle. So, I waited for you to return and open it personally."

"A parcel?" Justin frowned.

Why would anyone send him a parcel to Beckett Group, of all places?

How strange.

Sheryl presented the parcel to him with both hands. He took it from her and then opened it right before her. After removing three layers of wrapping, each from outside and inside the box, the parcel turned out to contain only a plain white envelope. His expression darkened. It felt like someone was toying with him.

Then, he looked down and opened the envelope, which contained a stack of photographs. Pinching a corner with his fingers, he pulled the photographs out of the envelope slowly.

In an instant, his eyes widened, and all color drained from his usually composed face.

feeling okay?" Sheryl inquired in a concerned voice when she noticed

growled

"But, you-"

"I said, get out."

and

her mind racing. Justin's outburst had been terrifying-and utterly out of

photographs in his office one by one. Every

showed a young boy, battered and bloodied, confined in a filthy dog cage. Surrounding the cage were men-laughing,

once followed Gustav's orders. And the boy in the cage?

gentlemanly CEO of Beckett Group had

vision blurred as his eyes tumed bloodshot. His fists clenched, crushing the

that moment, his phone

the screen. A cold wave of

voice

promotion. It's such a pity that I wasn't able to

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