Chapter 988

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he reached for the desk phone and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, someone knocked on the office door.

Domenic didn’t glance up from his papers as he ordered curtly, “Come in.

”

The door opened and a man walked in.

“Sir, what can I do for you?”

“Notify everyone.

There’s an executive meeting at 8 AM tomorrow.

”

“Yes, sir.

”

The assistant nodded and turned to leave, but Domenic’s next words halted him.

“By the way, have Hendrix prepare the car.

I’ll be going back tonight.

”

The assistant’s expression faltered, and he hesitated before replying, “Sir, Hendrix… is no longer with us.

”

Domenic’s pen paused mid-stroke, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A faint, humorless laugh escaped his lips.

“I see.

You can go now.

” The assistant quickly departed, leaving Domenic to his thoughts.

As soon as the door closed behind the assistant, Domenic set his pen down, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead in frustration.

He lit a cigarette, got up and walked to the window.

He inhaled the nicotine deeply, his intent gaze on the dazzling city lights before him.

His heart felt like a barren waste-land where nothing grew.

As the night wore on, cigarette butts piled up at his feet, the glowing ends flickering in the dark, casting a Lonely and cold shadow over him.

Later that night, Domenic’s car arrived at the Walsh Manor.

When he got out of the car, the bright lights inside the manor highlighted his tall, imposing figure.

Draped in a black coat, he walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell.

The servant who answered the door was shocked to find Domenic there.

“Mr.

Walsh, welcome,” he breathed.

The next second, he quickly composed himself and ushered Domenic in.

In the living room, Carole was massaging Jordan’s shoulders.

A freshly brewed pot of tea sat on the table before them.

After the incidents on the ship, Carole decided that her best course of action was to brave through it all and continue staying at Jordan’s place.

Jordan was her only support and she couldn’t afford to lose his favor.

“Is the pressure alright?” Carole asked, her voice soft and soothing.

Jordan’s response was laced with satisfaction.

“It’s perfect, Carole.

You’ve really got the touch.

” But his contentment was short-lived, as his thoughts turned to Domenic and his preference for a lowly woman who couldn’t hold a candle to Carole.

Carole’s burgeoning smile faltered when she noticed a tall figure from the corner of her eye.

She looked up, only to find an impassive Domenic standing there.