A few seconds later, the call connected, and inside the phone, Flynn Hughes's complaining voice came through.
"I say, boss, what time is it now... It's not even working hours yet..."
Before he could finish, Noah Drexler's cold voice cut in.
"Help me investigate someone, I want the most detailed information."
"Who?" Flynn's voice immediately sobered up, asking seriously.
"Veridian Group, Dustin Hughes!"
...
Bedroom.
When Summer Shawcross groggily woke up, the man beside her was already gone.
She rubbed her eyes, reached over to grab her phone from the bedside table, glanced at the time, and was startled.
It was already two in the afternoon.
The butler, surprisingly, hadn't come to wake her up today. She thought it was probably because Noah Drexler had come back late last night and woke her up, so the butler kindly let her sleep a few more hours.
