Revenge of the Betrayed Billionaire

84. Cunning Plan

"Young master Smith!" someone called his name from behind in a panicked tone. It was Clad—the production manager, his face looking thoroughly puzzled.

Glenn was forced to cut short the interview session at a critical moment. The journalists had already assumed that Soulcatcher wasn't a safe drug. In their minds, they had prepared dramatic headlines to lure netizens into opening their news portals.

Approaching Clad, who stood near the entrance, Glenn whispered, "What's going on?"

Large beads of sweat dripped from Clad's forehead as he wiped them away with the back of his hand. He seemed hesitant to inform Glenn, but given the gravity of the situation, he had no choice but to tell his event leader.

"Our logistics truck is missing," he said, struggling to articulate the words.

"WHAT?!" Glenn asked in disbelief. "How could that happen?" he asked again.

"The truck was supposed to arrive an hour ago. According to the warehouse staff, the truck had left but lost contact midway. The staff acc