The grief of an elderly person burying their child is one of the greatest miseries of the world.
The death of his daughter was a huge blow to him as well.
"KING, I will make you taste the pain of losing a child!"
Roger walked out of the villa, got into his car, and swiftly drove out of the villa gates, heading straight into the city.
Ensuring no one was following, he turned a corner and arrived at a dimly lit logistics warehouse, where a car was already waiting for him.
Seeing Roger get out of the car, a subordinate standing by the car immediately opened the door, and Roger slipped into the back seat.
The inside of the car was dark.
A figure sat in the back seat, their appearance unclear; only the cigar at their lips glowed faintly with each inhale they took.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, the mysterious person asked in a low voice.
"How's it going?"
Roger's voice was extremely respectful, far more humble than the one he used in front of Duke Charli.