Chapter 363: Amanda, I want to tell you some news.

For the old man, death was not frightening.

During his lifetime, he had lifted the Johnson family empire to a higher level, and his descendants were no less impressive. In just a few years, the Johnson Group had stood unrivaled, without a single contender.

Mr. Johnson's funeral was held five days after his death, and the news spread to every corner of the world.

United Kingdom.

When Evan Willow pushed open the door and entered the cottage, he didn't see Amanda Smith's figure.

The place he was in was a small fishing village in the United Kingdom. The weather was good today. He put the food he brought on the coffee table and turned to walk out of the door.

There were few people in the village; the young had all gone out to work, leaving behind hospitable elderly folks. His neighbor was an octogenarian who, upon seeing Evan Willow, greeted him with a thick British accent, "Here to see Ann? She's down by the beach."