When Chairman Alvord, Vincent and George were on their way back to Alvord Corporation, the air inside the black luxury sedan was beyond suffocating.
The weather outside was chilly, and the atmosphere inside was stormy despite the heating system working well.
The turbulent swirled between the three men seated within, leaving the chauffeur sweating in worry. His eyes were glued to the road.
Chairman Alvord sat stiffly in the back, his jaw rigid and hands clenched so tightly above his knees. His knuckles had turned white from the pressure and fury blazed in his eyes.
Beside him, Vincent stared blankly out of the window, lips parted, but he said nothing. His pale visage expressed the shock that had yet to wear off. His fingers trembled slightly.
In the front passenger seat, George sat with his arms crossed, his brows furrowing. He was still trying to convince himself the entire encounter had been a hallucination.
