The air in the private room heated up with the rage coming from Atlas, as he cracked his aching knuckles..
He looked up and paused when he saw a man, the only other person in the room staring at him.
"What?" He lifted a quizzical brow. "Why do you keep following me? Who are you?"
Seth cleared his throat. "Seth McCall, sir," he replied.
Atlas' forehead furrowed as he searched his memory for where he had heard that name before.
His brow flattened when he remembered. "You're the one who saved Aveline," he said casually, as if he had known him forever, and continued cracking.
"Yes sir."
"Why are you here?"
"Mr Theo picked me up from your cousin's guesthouse where I've been staying. He insisted I had to meet you since you're searching for me," he confessed truthfully, his gaze never leaving Atlas.
He wanted to understand the kind of rich man Atlas was, and also the category of the Sinclair's he fell under.
