Chapter 90: A Payment : Part 1

"Mr. President!"

The door burst open as a man in a messy suit ran inside. His face was full of panic as he stood before Alfred's desk. With a face as white as snow, he tried to compose himself in front of the president.

"What is it?" Alfred looked up from the paper in his hands with disinterest. His hazel eyes coldly stared at the man as he continued. "If this is about you trying to interrogate my daughter for befriending Axel Vergessene, I will fire you."

The man looked startled at his statement before clearing his voice. "N-no sir, it's about your wife."

Alfred's grip on the paper tightened to the point that his nails turned white. The edge of the sheet crumpled when the man tried to stay calm at the mention of Isabella.

"What about my dead wife?" He asked tautly. He deepened his gaze at the man like a blade that would cut the man's head off.