"Quiet." Glades Horne's expression turned serious, and his eyes sharpened as he spoke in a deep tone. "This is bad."
"Should we make the first move?" Hansen Ruiz looked eager to act.
His favorite thing was to strike at people, especially since Noah Reyes was a formidable opponent—it all made for an exhilarating fight.
RING, RING, RING... Suddenly, Hansen Ruiz's phone started ringing.
He casually took out his phone. He was used to it ringing nonstop every day; after all, he was the executive assistant.
When he saw it was Rachel Bailey calling, he immediately pressed the answer button and called out in the most gentle and mellifluous voice, "Rachel, are you missing me?"
"Hansen Ruiz, I'm at the Police Station." Rachel Bailey's tone was a bit frantic, as if something significant had happened. Hansen Ruiz rarely heard such panic in her voice.
