Chapter 256 Her Name Is on the List of Casualties

In Ferguson Corporation. It was already close to dusk when Eric came out of the conference room. The setting sun hung at an angle on the branches of the treetops outside the office, the same as countless evenings.

He still had his flight. He had not forgotten that Nicole was Riopolis.

 

Eric loosened his tie and was just about to ask Mitchell to bring all the signed documents when he saw the man suddenly running in from outside in a flurry.

His face was pale and panicked. Mitchell had been an assistant to Eric for many years, but he had always been calm Asualties and dignified, and never lost his composure like this.

 

“P-President…” Eric frowned. His expression sank slightly as he waited for Mitchell to continue. “An hour ago, I got the news that Ms. Stanton’s plane crashed.

 

After searching and verification, it was confirmed that… There were no survivors.. Mitchell’s voice grew lower and lower, and his lips barest.

We moved when he said the last four words. Behind Eric was a huge window wall. At a glance, one could see the shadow of his tall and slender figure being pulled by the sunset.

 

At that moment, the temperature in the office was like an ice cellar, cold and gloomy. Eric’s face gradually stiffened and darkened, and a huge storm instantly brewed in his deep eyes.

you say?” His voice was hoarse and icy as his eyes grew bloodshot. He must have misheard! Mitchell did not dare to repeat

reddened as well. . voted “It’s true. Ms. Stanton’s name was written on the list of

Chairman Floyd had

fell over the office after he finished his words. A dense chill and a deep sadness pervaded

stiffly, his eyes staring

was as if his heart was being stabbed by a blunt instrument and wrapped with barbed thorns,

he trembled uncontrollably. At that moment, his body shook like it was drenched in iced water as if his soul

from his body. POP The next second, he dragged his hand recklessly across the table and swept

teeth. Nicole was someone who loved

her happiness and unhappiness on her

not even frown. For

she lived so freely, She who stood on a stage playing the violin, she who negotiated at

it, she was already an intricate part of his world, embedded down to the marrow of his bones and

he would

a dense sorrow, and he almost lost his voice. When Mitchell

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