Confusion enveloped Gavyn's heart like an inescapable cloud, impossible to ignore and even harder to calm himself completely.
The coffee in the study had turned ice-cold, yet the man never picked it up.
Adam was busily attending to his duties in the living room when he suddenly heard a noise from the study door. Gavyn, carrying his coat, hurried down the stairs with a cold, stern expression on his face, and headed outside, moving as swiftly as a gust of wind.
It's so late, where is Mr. Delacruz going?
"Don't bother preparing dinner for me tonight."
Gavyn saw Adam and gave him instructions. Without looking back, he left urgently, eager to figure everything out.
As soon as I stepped out, my phone rang.
Upon seeing Lloyd, Gavyn's expression brightened slightly. Could it be that there was progress in the investigation he had ordered?
"Lloyd."