He took out his phone, glanced at the incoming call, and answered, "Hello."
The indifferent voice sounded, who else could it be but Ethan Ainsworth?
Poe Vaughn didn’t stop walking, heading straight into the VIP lounge, "What’s up?"
Although Ethan Ainsworth loved to gossip about Poe Vaughn, he was never one to truly waste time finding trouble.
He called, naturally there was something going on.
But hearing this steady voice, Ethan Ainsworth actually didn’t want to speak, "Can’t I call you for no reason?"
"We’ve been friends for so many years, and you leave without even saying goodbye, is that right?"
Poe Vaughn didn’t speak, he understood the intentions of the person on the line as soon as he spoke.
The phone was quiet, only the steady sound of footsteps could be heard, unaffected by him, Ethan Ainsworth felt it was uninteresting.
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At that moment, the sound of footsteps abruptly stopped.
Quentin Quinn immediately sensed that the atmosphere around froze, quite terrifying.
He looked at the person ahead, from his angle he could just see Poe Vaughn’s slightly pursed lips, sharp jawline, and deep captivating eyes.
He was slightly alarmed and lowered his head.
This must be bad news, making President Vaughn’s demeanor suddenly so terrifying.
It was his first time seeing this.
Ethan Ainsworth wasn’t in front of Poe Vaughn, he didn’t know that Poe Vaughn’s expression changed, if he saw it, he’d definitely be quite pleased.
"I just got news, Carl Joseph was cornered by his arch-enemy Zane on Norman Island, shot, and fell into the sea, his fate unknown."
"But Zane didn’t see any corpse, so he’s been sending people to search, secretly several groups are also looking, whether alive or dead, they want proof."
Ethan Ainsworth’s voice came again, seemingly the previous sentence was said casually, not needing attention.
Poe Vaughn’s dark eyes hidden profound depth, his slightly clenched fingerpads relaxed, looking ahead, moving forward, "Hmm."
Listening to this emotionless voice, unsure if the outcome was satisfactory or not, Ethan Ainsworth smiled, "Your trick of using others to eliminate rivals is truly clever, you let Carl flee everywhere being hunted without lifting a finger."
"When it comes to being cunning, only you have it."
These words were full of admiration, speaking of scheming, no one compared to Poe Vaughn.
Ethan Ainsworth knew Poe Vaughn too well.
This man is the one you can’t afford to offend.
Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.
"Let me know when he’s found."
With that, Poe Vaughn hung up.
He put down his phone, eyes focused ahead, so deep the airport lights couldn’t penetrate.
Quentin Quinn walked behind Poe Vaughn, feeling extremely tense.
This sudden intense aura from President Vaughn made him especially anxious.
The busy tone coming from the phone left Ethan Ainsworth stunned, unable to react.
He hadn’t finished speaking!
He opened his contacts, wanting to call back immediately to finish what he was saying.
But after a thought, he decided against it.
The person is one of those who speaks little but strikes to the core.
Arguing with him, he’d only end up with a disconnected call.
Forget it, forget it, they’ve been friends for so many years, he knows his temperament too well.
Getting angry with him is only making oneself upset, the other wouldn’t be affected at all, better not to get worked up over him.
Thus, Ethan Ainsworth opened the messaging app, quickly typed with his fingers, and in no time a message was sent to Poe Vaughn’s phone.