Chapter 163: The Soft-Hearted Irene

Meanwhile... By the time Stefan finally received the news, several hours had already passed. At that moment, Stefan was just getting off a plane. He had been on yet another routine business trip abroad. As he stepped off the plane and waited in the lounge for his driver, his assistant, Walter, hurried over with a serious expression on his face. Stefan frowned. Walter knew Stefan's preferences well—he disliked his subordinates losing composure in the company or in public, especially running around like this. Something must have gone wrong. Harper, who was carrying the luggage brought over by the other bodyguards, noticed that after Walter whispered a few words to Stefan, Stefan's face turned extremely grim. Harper had never seen Stefan's eyes turn bloodshot like that before. He hesitated for a moment, clearly startled. Stefan glanced at Harper standing a little distance away and beckoned him over. "Two things: First, find Irene as quickly as possible. I don’t care how you do it