Chapter 269

The room was shrouded in darkness, with not a single shard of light piercing the gloom. As the agent swung open the door, a foul stench assaulted his senses, making him recoil. The space was a mess, littered with trash and clutter, barely fit for human habitation.

It was hard to believe anyone could endure such conditions for more than a minute, yet Michael had been holed up here for four interminable days.

"Michael. Pull yourself together," the agent commanded, stepping into the room and hauling Michael up from the floor.

Michael's eyes were vacant, devoid of their usual spark.

"Michael, listen to me," the agent urged. "The Frazier Group has changed hands. Do you understand? You need to clean up and head to the company right now. The big boss wants to see you. Do you hear me?"

Michael's voice was a raspy croak, as if he hadn't drunk any water for days. "Where is Debra? Have you found her?"

The agent hesitated before delivering the harsh truth. "Ms. Frazier is dead, Michael. You