The assistant hurriedly said, “Master, judging by the words on Master Franco’s forehead, the murderer is probably Oskian!”

Finley nodded with a dark face, and he pushed away his anger as he agreed, “He’s probably not just Oskian. He should also know many of our secrets...”

Having said that, Finley immediately said, “Right! Franco was supposed to pick up the new stocks from the Italians last night. Help me ask them what the hell happened last night!”

Hearing that, the assistant said, “I’ll contact them at once!”

Then, he grabbed his phone and left the room.

Finley finally recovered a little from the shock enough to think it through, and he muttered to himself, “Franco, rest in peace. I’ll find your murderer and avenge your death. I swear to torture him a hundred times or even a thousand times more than your pain!”

Soon, the assistant returned with a panicked look on his face. He came to Finley and nervously gulped. He faltered as he spoke, “Master, something about the situation do