"Young master..." Fierce Eagle glanced at the man's gloomy handsome face, knowing that intruding at this time was akin to seeking death.
However, the urgency of the matter compelled him to bow his head and, bracing himself, reported, "There has been a situation in America!"
"What happened?" Liam Yancey shut the door, his face even colder.
Fierce Eagle lowered his eyes, immediately reported the situation in America.
The man's handsome face became icy cold, he remained silent, erupting a menacing aura, his sharp gaze capable of killing.
"Get prepared, we're flying to America in the afternoon." After a long silence, Liam Yancey ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes." Upon receiving the order, Fierce Eagle immediately left.
Liam Yancey stood at the entrance of the room for a moment, at which time the door was slightly opened and Tara Summer's head poked out.
"Liam, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"