"Since I chose this path myself, I will definitely keep going. Don't worry, Ms. Mullen."
"This is the Sylvia I know."
Amelie nodded in satisfaction. She took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
A ringtone sounded.
Amelie took out her phone from her pocket, which showed it was from Belen.
By the way, she didn't know what Belen did outside today. She didn't hear any news.
"Hello, Belen..."
"Ms. Mullen, please come to Prosperity Global! Something happened to our artist!"
"Don't worry, Belen. Tell me slowly over the phone. I'll go over now." Amelie glanced at her watch and immediately rushed to the office to get the car keys.
It was not until she arrived at the underground garage that Amelie understood the whole story.