Chapter 291:

Glass International Building.

Nighttime.

Theophilus had returned to his executive office.

He sat in the director's chair, slowly closing his eyes in deep contemplation.

Under the pale moonlight, Theophilus' face exuded a cold, lethal aura, chilling to the bone.

In this silent moment.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the door to the office had been opened at some point.

A figure dressed in black appeared in the office, standing close to Theophilus.

In the hallway outside the office, elite guards dressed in vests lay scattered on the ground.

The entire vast building was eerily silent, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

Theophilus slowly opened his eyes, his face as calm as an ancient well without a ripple, indifferently looking straight ahead.

Theophilus spoke nonchalantly.

"You shouldn't have come here."

"But we are already here."

The leader in black stepped forward, his fierce and murderous face emerging under the silvery moonlight.

He was a middle-aged man with wolf-like fierce eyes that almost g

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