"Has Joseph Shaw fallen so low that he's living here these days?"
Chloe Sinclair looked around at the furnishings with considerable disgust.
The place was spacious enough, but the floor was bare concrete. The surrounding steel structures were riddled with rust, and the air was thick with an indescribable stench.
'What a complete and utter embarrassment.'
'If the old man found out, he'd probably want to disown him on the spot.'
The bodyguard froze, clearly not understanding what Chloe Sinclair meant.
However, his eyes held even more respect. One of the men bowed his head. "Miss Sinclair, we'll have to ask you to hand over your backpack and all electronic devices for safekeeping."
He then explained, "Our boss just wants to discuss something with you. He won't make things difficult for you."
Even as he said it, the bodyguard didn't believe his own words.
But he had signed a contract with Joseph Shaw long ago, and he couldn't go against his boss's orders.
