"I won't go over there. If anything happens, call me," Charles Mcintosh said. "The old man is hard to deal with, be prepared."
"I see he's not young anymore, yet his health is robust. At such an age, daring to play tricks by the river, I commend him for that."
"Smart for a lifetime, at this age, he lives muddled," Charles's face showed little expression, feeling this was a fair evaluation of Spencer Childe.
In his younger years, he ruled the business world with fierce methods, and most people feared the old man to some extent.
Now in old age, he still appears glorious but refuses to admit he's being manipulated, led by the nose.
"Has Lana Fern been found?" Charles asked.
"Not yet. It's said she's also severely injured?"
"Yes, she doesn't know how to swim."
"Then it's likely a matter of life and death."
The director rambled with Charles for a while before hanging up the phone.
