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.

Timothy's

it from his suit pocket before he ordered, "Stop

glanced at the screen, the

in his eyes

He answered.

Yates just got back from his trip abroad. He says it's been ages since we last met-how about

realized he hadn't had a real

felt like he needed

"I'm in," he replied.

is bringing her along. Let's meet at eight, Red

at work, Timothy's mind was preoccupied with

of getting into Riverside

when Timothy had

since the Lawsons had no one free to

they'd left the country, his grandparents couldn't bear to let Sheila return

attending an excellent media college overseas, majoring in animation

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

she couldn't help

needed a breakthrough. When Timothy was traveling

they flew back together, with Timothy planning to

that Ines had agreed, Timothy was eager to get

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