The Thomas Family Villa.
The study was thick with a suffocating tension.
"From San Francisco?"
"The person he's looking for?"
A dark realization dawned in Mr. Thomas's eyes as they narrowed imperceptibly.
Logan had already taken men to the hotel—how could that man have slipped away unnoticed?
But the Thomas family had immigrated to Country E nearly a century ago, with no business ties to San Francisco whatsoever.
If not him, then who?
The butler watched the storm of emotions flicker across Mr. Thomas's face, a cold sweat breaking out down his spine.
"I'll send him away at once."
His assistant turned to leave, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere.
"Wait."
Mr. Thomas's voice cut through the silence like ice.
"Bring him in.
Have him wait in the hall."
"Right away, sir."
The butler hesitated for a split second before nodding and swiftly exiting the room.
Silence once again settled over the study.
