Not wanting to indulge in them any further, Nathan waved his hand. The maids, still clearly afraid of him, retreated with unstable steps.
When Nathan turned to look at Ryle, he found the latter sitting still in the same position as earlier. Uninterested and unbothered. ''We have a lot to catch up on and now that you are here, don't think about leaving anymore. We can catch up on things gradually.''
Nathan pushed himself to his feet, ''I have things to do. You can go to your room and take a rest. We will talk business later.''
Later that night, Ryle tossed and turned on the King-sized-bed. After a few moments of struggle, he grabbed his phone and attempted to call his people but before the call could connect, he disconnected it.
The moment he stepped in here, he knew all his movements were being tracked. And he had already expected it before he came here but that had been in the sphere of his expectations. But now…
'Creak'