WHIRR WHIRR WHIRR~
As Dean waited anxiously, there was still no sign of a connection coming through from Little Mike's end.
This made him feel a bit uneasy.
Not caring about exposing his signal, Dean dialed directly to the security office at the manor where Little Mike resided.
The security, along with the gardeners, nannies, and butler serving the manor, were all salaried by him.
Technically, Dean was their real boss.
These people were specifically responsible for Little Mike's daily life, safety, and surveillance.
Fortunately, there were no surprises this time.
On the other end of the phone, a gruff voice picked up Dean's call immediately, "BOSS?"
"Yes, is there anything abnormal at the manor?"
Dean instinctively lowered his voice.
"No, everything is normal, BOSS," the voice paused on the other end, then continued as if mustering courage, "However, the butler says that Mr. Mike's health has been deteriorating lately, and... and..."
"And what?"
