Trenton Smith remained silent, merely leaning back into the leather chair and pulling a cigarette from a drawer. He lit it indifferently and took a slow drag.
He knew that Steven Balance probably wouldn't give him the chance to settle things with Norris Moore, so he didn't mind being interrupted.
Seeing Norris without a care and doing well in another's company was enough, he would soon bring her back safely.
Steven Balance looked at him: "How is Young Master Smith's thinking progressing?"
"Almost there."
"How long do you think it will take to get her from Philip Shaw's hands?"
Trenton Smith flicked the ash: "Fifteen days."
Steven Balance's dark eyes glinted with a fervent zeal as he stared at Trenton Smith, "Do you need me to lend you some manpower?"
Upon hearing this, Trenton Smith smiled with a taste of intrigue, seeming to discern something from Steven Balance's expression. He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and said lightly, "No need."
