Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 31

The plane landed in Graymont City just after three in the afternoon.

Before disembarking, Evan checked his phone one last time. Still no missed call notifications.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes before he turned off the screen.

It had been a full eight hours since his first call to Emma that morning. In those eight hours, she hadn't returned a single call or even sent a message.

Right now, the project in Graymont City was in jeopardy. With billions of dollars at stake, he couldn't afford any mistakes. On the flight, Evan had already reviewed the entire project workflow, identified potential issues, and analyzed the reasons for the permit denial.

He was already agitated about the branch's problems, and Emma picking this moment to throw a childish tantrum only fueled his temper. Evan tossed his phone to Jason, who was following closely behind him. “If my wife calls, tell her I’m busy.”

“Yes, sir!”

Jason scrambled to catch the phone, bowing slightly as he trailed behind his boss. Seeing Evan stride ahead, radiating a keep-your-distance aura, Jason nervously wiped his brow.

A car was waiting for them at the airport exit.

Evan got in, took the proposal from the branch manager, and quickly flipped through a few pages, pointing out several minor issues that had been overlooked. When the car arrived at their destination, Evan didn't even bother to change. He quickly tightened his tie and walked straight into the conference room to start the emergency meeting.

Meanwhile, in the affluent district of the Heights in Averton City.

It was only five in the evening, but the sun was already sinking toward the horizon. The round, red sun burst forth with its last dazzling rays amidst an orange-hued twilight.

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