Having thrown on a coat, Lucas Walker stepped outside, took his phone, and dialed a number.
"What's happened with the lady's company recently?"
On the other line was a man's voice.
"Mrs. Walker took an order from the XX hotel. The materials that were bought were subpar and had to be replaced with a new batch urgently. She has been working overtime to catch up, and just finished late last night." There was a pause on the phone, "I've just received news... the logistics manager at the hotel has designs on Mrs. Walker!"
The logistics manager?!
A chill settled in Lucas Walker's eyes at once.
"Manager Yan?!"
"That's right, it's him."
His heterochromatic eyes narrowed, and Lucas Walker gave an order in a grave tone.
"Make him die!"
"Yes, sir."
"And..." Lucas Walker took a deep breath, "make that fabric factory disappear."
"Yes, sir."
After hanging up the phone, Lucas Walker tossed it on the table, took several deep breaths, and managed to calm the rage in his heart.
