The capital city.
At the headquarters of the Luther Corporation. "President Luther," Ramsey nodded.
"As you speculated, after the news was released, several more powers popped up around the villa.
Do we need to…?"
He didn't complete his sentence, but the lethal intent in his eyes said it all.
"There's no need to rush," Sinclair's finger drumming against the desk abruptly ceased; his seemingly amused yet not quite smiling eyes, as profound as a deep pool of ink, flashed an undercurrent of darkness.
"Let's wait a bit longer."
"Yes." Understanding flashed in Ramsey's eyes.
President Luther seemed to be playing the long game, waiting to catch a big fish.
"By the way, President Luther," Ramsey, all of a sudden remembering something, halted in his track before leaving.
"After you left, Sir and the rest went to the mansion with the old master to see you."
To visit me? Sinclair's thin eyes slightly sank, a hint of sarcasm on his handsome face. -- Luther's Mansion.
