“My condolence,” Hunter muttered; he was trying to hide his sorrow while seeing one of his faithful men in a casket.

“Thank you, sir. My husband admired you so much; he was always excited and happy to go to work every day, knowing that he was working under your supervision and company,”

Hunter was well known as a faceless billionaire; he chose to remain that way to enjoy his life without hindrance to his status. Families of his workers introduced him as their boss in the company.

“I wish I could do something that moment,” Hunter said; Alfred and his troupe knew what he was talking about.

“It was a sudden and unforeseen death, and anyone has their own time; you don’t have to blame yourself for this; you became a good employer to him. He provides all the needs and wants of his family, and that is more than enough for me to thank you,”

Hunter did not respond, and Alfred took his place to avoid awkwardness. Hunter nodded and exited the room. He went near the comfort room and lit his cigar