The next day, the plane landed safely. Yvonne and Stephen rushed to the hospital's mortuary to see Claude's body.

Yvonne did a simple check-up and found a tiny needle scar on his arm, which could have been easily overlooked.

"He must have been injected with something to cause a heart attack." Yvonne furrowed her brows.

"It's too bad I can't go past the family's consent to do an autopsy. If not, I could find out if his heart attack had been caused by his sickness or drugs."

If she could get an accurate autopsy report, it would help her weave her story better and shut the mouths of the executives in Emerald Group.

However, at that moment, the right to explain was in her hands. The autopsy report wasn't important anymore.

Yvonne pushed the corpse back into the mortuary fridge and instructed, "We'll hold a funeral for Claude in three days. Spread the news immediately."

"Yes, Ms. Miller!" her subordinate responded before leaving the mortuary.

Stephen went up to her and asked, "Have