Chapter 57

At the top floor of the FC Group, in the CEO's office, Alston's gaze fell upon the newspaper in front of him. His eyes were piercing, almost capable of tearing apart the person who wrote the article into shreds! "Damn it! Domestic violence? What the hell is this?" Alston raised his hand and tore the newspaper to shreds. His eyes were gloomy and deep, as if they could ooze ink at any moment. With a flick of his fingertips, the shredded pieces of paper fell like snowflakes through the air. Alston picked up the idle phone on the desk and dialed Cecilia's number without hesitation. The call went through, but no one answered until the phone automatically hung up. Did Cecilia see the news this morning and dare not answer his call? Afraid of his anger? She was obedient, but... could avoiding his calls really get her out of this? A silent smirk crept onto Alston's lips, tinged with a layer of sarcasm. He tapped his fingertips on the desk and picked up the phone, dialing Boyce without hesitatio