Faye Vaughn turned to look at Wyatt Hawthorne.
He was leaning against the car door, lighting a cigarette.
His handsome face was obscured by a thin veil of smoke, making his expression unreadable.
Faye wasn't feeling well and didn't want to argue with him right now, so she started walking toward the car.
But just then, four black luxury cars suddenly came speeding down the road.
"Come here."
Wyatt Hawthorne's voice deepened as he pulled Faye Vaughn to his side.
A group of bodyguards in black stepped forward defensively, forming a barrier in front of the two of them.
The four cars stopped with screeching precision, and a dozen or so familiar-looking, burly men in black suits got out.
"It's Old Master Hawthorne's men..."
Simon Shaw said in astonishment, standing off to the side.
'How did tonight's events get the Old Master involved?'
"Eldest Young Master."
