The Black Card System

Chapter Hundred And Sixty Three

"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Lincoln is currently at the Lincoln consulting firm." He said, and Mr. Lincoln froze.

What the heck was Charles doing at Lincoln firm. Even with all the anger, a pang of fear hit him. What was the crafty devil doing at his firm?

"For what?" He asked, with wide eyes.

"The reason is unknown to me, but if you must speak to him, you will find him there." The manager replied, and Mr. Lincoln stepped back. Why would Charles be at his firm?

No matter how he tried to think of a reason, he must couldn't wrap his head around it.

There was something suspicious going on. He was very sure of it.

"Where's my wife? And my sons?" He asked.

"Currently we can't let them go, as we haven't received orders yet, but if you want to see them, you can."

"Lead the way." Mr. Lincoln said stiffly, wondering why it felt like his family were being treated like prisoners.

The manager led the way and Mr. Lincoln followed. He was taken to a hall with rooms for employees to rest within shifts,