An unavoidable chill surged up his spine, and Philip Shaw sat there, his breath slightly unsteady.
His complexion was extremely unsightly, so much so that the male subordinate also felt a bit panicked, trying to salvage the situation.
"There were people who escaped the island that night on helicopters and yachts. We haven't confirmed the list of these people; possibly Miss Candi... Miss Candi might be among them..."
Philip Shaw slowly closed his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Go find them. Go find them for me. If you don't bring them back to me, don't bother coming back. I've spent so much money training you, not to keep you as a bunch of useless trash!" His voice was loud enough to wake Ellen Candi from her sleep. The man who always treated her gently and kindly now had a face as dark as a storm, so dark that it frightened her.
She raised her head and asked in a fearful whisper, "Philip, what's... wrong?"
