C242 Chapter 242

In the office of the President of Tibble Corporation.

Mr. Devon was still screaming. "What does it mean that she avoids meeting other people every day? My nephew is dead, is she still pretending to be sad? Does she think she can escape the problem of managing the Tibble Group?"

"You quickly call her here. I must have an explanation for this today."

Allison wanted to slap this old fox