Chapter 496: Hahaha, killed him?_1

Just as he was deep in thought, another phone call came in.

— Edric Yancey.

Amadeus Yancey looked at the caller ID flashing on the phone, suddenly picked it up, and stood up. Tall and with long legs, his 6'1" stature commanded a suffocating yet lax presence wherever he stood.

He excused himself to the group of blonde hair and blue-eyed foreigners sitting across from him in fluent Oxford English, "Sorry, I need to step out to take a call."

Five minutes later, he returned from outside, his eyebrows pressed down low, his face showing no emotion. But Sadam Vinson had known him for many years, growing up together in open-crotch pants, so how could he not notice that Amadeus was in a bad mood? He immediately frowned and, without waiting for him to sit down, asked in a lowered voice, "What's wrong? Is there something going on?"

If nothing had happened, Amadeus Yancey would never return from a phone call with his entire demeanor deflated.