Everyone who knew these matters was no longer alive.

"How, how did these materials land in your hands?" Pearson had already figured out that Stetson was after more than just money. This was something more complicated.

Stetson stuck to his innocent act.

"I truly have no clue who delivered this to me."

Infuriated, Pearson slammed his fist on the table and said, "What is it that you want? Lay it out straight. If this is about vengeance on me unmasking your illicit affair, I have handed over the project and compensated you. Why do you continue to blackmail me and further harm me?"

Stetson feigned surprise and responded, "I harmed you?"

He promptly waved off the accusation.

"No, I didn't. You have zero proof. You can't just hurl baseless accusations at me. Otherwise, I'll be compelled to involve the authorities."

His words were clearly a blatant threat.

The mention of the police made Pearson jittery.

He was so livid that he could feel his chest convulsing.

He clutched at it forcefully.

Stetson couldn't help but be intrigued. Why was Pearson gasping for air?

Was he so furious that he might drop dead right here?

“If you're planning to die, not here, please. It'll bring bad luck!"

Stetson called his secretary.

“Do you need assistance to call an ambulance?"

Pearson began to stutter, completely thrown off balance.

His face turned a ghostly pale!

He was on the brink of losing consciousness.