The butler rushed over.
He clutched a list tightly in his hands.
Everyone around turned their gaze towards him.
His fingers trembled slightly as he flipped through the pages.
Until he reached a certain page, his fingertips suddenly froze.
"Mr. Pence, I—I feel a bit dizzy, please… please take a look yourself."
He suddenly turned around and ran away.
Knowing too much, better be careful or your life might be at risk!
He ran blindly and crashed straight into two people coming towards him at the corner of the corridor.
Cora Lowell was walking slowly, accompanied by an aide in a dark suit.
Seeing this, she slightly tilted her head, coldly glanced at the crowded people behind her.
"Oh? This late at night, has the dance floor moved to the basement? Why is everyone blocking here?"
Yvonne Cheney silently followed inside.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed intently on the pair of men and women inside the room, and no one noticed her arrival.
