"Mr. Oliver!" he exclaimed, hurrying forward. "Is there any news from the penthouse? How is His Highness? Is the Sovereign—"
Oliver raised a hand, stopping him before he could finish.
"I've received word that Mr. Ryley has regained consciousness."
Mitchell's shoulders immediately sagged with relief. "Thank God..."
"But..."
The single word wiped the relief from his face.
Oliver drew a slow breath before continuing. "He won't be going anywhere for the time being."
Mitchell's brows knitted together. "What do you mean?"
"The Sovereign has ordered him to remain inside the penthouse," Oliver replied.
Mitchell stared at him. For a moment, he couldn't process the words.
Then his stomach dropped.
Oliver let out a deep breath, then pulled a chair toward himself before gesturing for Mitchell to sit as well.
