Chapter 402 Why do You Help Me

In the president’s office, the assistant entered in a hurry. Lyle was scanning a document. Hearing the sound, he looked up at him and frowned, “What’s wrong? Why are you in a fluster?”

“President Lyle. The person who is responsible for the construction site called me just now. He told me that the building fell apart. Two people were killed and many injured. Now the media has gone there. It may have repercussions for our company,” said the assistant with anxiety.

Lyle jumped...