After the call went through, Director Roland greeted the person on the other end in a calm, even tone, exchanging a few pleasantries.
But he hadn't said more than a few words before his voice suddenly shot up, his tone filled with shock and anxiety, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
Curious, Feng Shan looked over as well. He saw Director Roland holding his phone, the excited look on his face completely gone, replaced by an expression of pure shock.
His brows were knitted tightly, as if he'd just heard something unbelievable.
"Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me. It's not even Christmas yet. This news is just terrible."
"Eric Reed, you have to be strong. No, no, no, don't worry about any of that right now."
"I was calling to tell you that I found a horse with championship potential, but… it's a shame you're going through something so difficult."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do for you, but I can't make any promises."
"Okay, that's all for now. Wait for my call."
