Vincent swiftly returned, presenting the ice cube with a slightly furrowed brow.
"Sir, let me get the aid kit," he suggested, a touch of worry coloring his expression.
"No need," Clyde responded in a nonchalant tone, taking one of the ice cubes and pressing it against the minor wound. "How's the heart transplant procedure?"
"Thankfully, it's a success, Sir," Vincent replied, his voice steady. "As per your command, I've also arranged for the egg transfer to proceed immediately after the surgery, without Madam Clark's knowledge."
There was a brief pause before Clyde responded, his thoughts momentarily drifting.
"Good. Keep me updated on his health. Also, send me his recent pictures," he instructed, his tone indicating the importance of the matter.
Vincent acknowledged the instructions with a slight bow of his head. "Mr. Martin Flescher has been safely escorted to Egypt, staying at Narin's house. Our guards in the company's branch office will ensure he doesn't leave the country."
