Five minutes slipped by.

Jessica had already put away her phone.

Timothy's phone, though, remained stubbornly silent.

No messages.

No texts.

Not even a call.

Irritated, he lit another cigarette.

Pale, bluish smoke curled around him, casting shifting shadows across his sharp, handsome features. Those deep-set eyes of his gave nothing away, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

By the time the cigarette burned down to the filter, Timothy's expression had grown darker. "Allen, drive back to the office," he said, voice low.

"Aren't we picking up Mrs. Lawson?" Allen asked tentatively.

A cold glare shut down any further questions.

Allen immediately clamped his mouth shut, started the car, and pulled away from the hotel parking lot in the sleek, black Maybach.

A moment later, another car arrived to pick up Jessica.

then, Timothy's

it from his suit pocket before he

the screen, the caller

in his

He answered.

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a

he felt like he

"I'm in," he replied.

Yates is bringing her along. Let's meet at eight, Red House." Timothy hung up

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had always dreamed of getting into Riverside Media Institute and studying under

changed when Timothy had to

was only thirteen then, and since the Lawsons had no one free to accompany him, his grandparents decided to immigrate as well,

left the country, his grandparents couldn't bear

excellent media college overseas, majoring in

figure in the animation industry back home, earning widespread acclaim as a top

online, she

breakthrough. When Timothy was traveling for business, she mentioned wanting

together, with Timothy planning to help her become Ines's

agreed, Timothy was

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