Joseph was having lunch in his mansion when his assistant came over with a phone.
"It's Mr. Doyles' secretary on the line."
Joseph took the phone, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, and asked casually: "What's the matter...meeting, what meeting...what?"
The fork in Joseph's hand suddenly paused, his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Josh is dead?"
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