This news was like a bombshell.
Carlos's playful disdain vanished in an instant.
He rushed to Oliver Ross and snatched the phone from his hand.
Evan Palmer always had a flicker of sharpness in his eyes, and when the board members heard this news, their expressions turned grave.
Only a few of them, the directors aligned with Evan Palmer's fortune, secretly gloated. Mrs. Carter was in poor health, and Junior President Carter had yet to achieve any notable success—if Senior President Carter were to pass away, then Vice President Palmer would undoubtedly be the successor.
"Go to the hospital immediately."
Carlos's complexion turned unsightly. Clenching the phone tightly in his hand, the hospital had said the old man watched the prior new car release event.
When someone lodged a complaint about the new car, the Old Master was too agitated and suddenly passed out.
