After Sam finished speaking, he looked up at Casiano.
He still had no expression, his face as finely cut as if it were carved from ice, cold to the extreme.
Did the boss not hear what he said clearly, or did he not care about Ms. Barton's life or death, that he showed no reaction at all?
After hesitating at the door for a while, Sam awkwardly spoke, "Boss, I won't disturb your rest then."
He turned to leave, but a gloomy voice came from behind him.
"Who did you say has passed away?"
Sam frowned. He thought he had spoken quite clearly. Could it be that the boss really didn't hear clearly?
He muttered to himself in his heart, turned around again, and faced the man in the room who was shivering all over.
"Alla, Alla Barton."
Afraid that he still couldn't hear clearly, Sam deliberately emphasized Alla's name.
