"Mr. Cassel, sorry for keeping you waiting."
The young man's voice, accompanied by the sound of a wheelchair moving, came in from outside.
A moment later, Finn appeared at the door in a wheelchair.
"Where's Savanna?" Brandon immediately stood up from the soft sofa. His eyes were fierce and cold.
"Ms. Thompson is in the place where she belongs. I promise you that she has been taken good care of and will be fine."
Facing Brandon, who was full of hostility, even Finn, who had always kept a cunning smile, could not smile. He calmly said, "Mr. Cassel, please calm down. Let's talk about our business first."
Brandon frowned even deeper. "I don't even know you. I don't even know your name. What can we talk about?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang.
It was a message from Jim: "I found out who Mr. Orwell is."
Another one read: "He is the third son of the Orwell family, which is a famous shipbuilding family."