“This means something must have happened.”
The colors drained from Kevin's face as he exchanged a glance with Gerard, asking again, “What's the situation now? Is Mr. Lindberg hurt, or did something happen to him?”
“I don't know,” Francesca said, shaking her head.
“Could you reach him?” Gerard asked immediately.
“I couldn't.” Francesca shook her head again.
“But you at least know if he's dead or not, right?” Kevin was on tenterhooks.
“I have no idea.” Francesca was putting on the perfect definition of obliviousness.
“You...” Hearing the answer, Kevin was so angry his face flushed red.
The frown on Gerard's face showed he was equally displeased when he demanded, “Do you even know anything? Even if you can't contact Danrique, you should at least be able to get in touch with his subordinates. Don't tell me you can't even do that!”
“They will inform me if there is any news,” Francesca replied calmly. “Have both of you taken breakfast? Would you like to eat together?”
Infuriated, Gerard and Kevin stormed out, but Francesca suddenly remembered something and called out after them, “Hold on, Mr. Atkinson.”
Gerard stopped and turned to look at her.
“Did Ms. Atkinson reach out to you?” she asked directly.
“She didn't,” Gerard replied with a frown. “She's with Danrique. We lost touch with both of them.”
“I see. Could you let me know if she contacts you? Thanks,” Francesca requested.
Gerard glanced at her coldly and left.
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