66. The Funeral 10

“I'm fine, Sir. How may I help you, Sir?” The guard inquired respectfully.

“I want to see Evans,” he requested.

“Who is Evans?” The guard, who was not aware of another name apart from the GMD, inquired with a worried look. Now, Bruno was reluctant to address Evans as the Group Managing Director, but he had no choice.

“I mean the Group Managing Director,” he remarked.

“I see. Visitors are not permitted to drive in, Sir. That is the visitors' park,” the guard advised, pointing at the visitors' car park.

“Who says I'm a visitor? Don't you know me?” Bruno blurted out.

“Who are you, Sir?” The guard, who had never seen him at a close range or seen him driving himself, inquired innocently.

At that point, Silas, who had been watching them from the surveillance and felt that the guard had spent longer time with the visitor, sent for him.

“Who is that and what does he want?” Silas inquired when the guard walked up to him.

“He said he came to see the Group Managing Director.”

“For what?” Silas a