The office was empty, not a soul in sight.
Scattered documents covered the floor, evidencing a struggle that had taken place.
All previous conjectures had now become reality.
Baron Lawrence's face turned exceedingly ugly!
Clenching his fists tight, he was about to instruct someone to check the surveillance when he noticed a card had dropped to the ground.
It was a name card!
The name card seemed to have been hastily folded by hand, then carelessly thrown onto the ground. It looked as if it was pointing in a direction like an arrow!
Arrow?
As if realizing something, Baron Lawrence ignored the Manager and the President, who had been chasing after him from the meeting room, sweating profusely, and followed the direction indicated by the arrow...
The Manager and President, who had barely made it there, hadn't even had time to wipe the sweat from their foreheads when they saw him running out again, dumbfounded.
"President Lawrence?"
"President… President Lawrence…"