Sir,"
Ramsey pretended not to notice Jonathan's thoughts, his face a mask of confusion as he spoke.
"President Luther is in the inner room.
Aren't you going in?"
Jonathan frowned, his gaze darkening with displeasure as he stared at Ramsey.
This kid's smug expression was just like his father's—utterly insufferable.
"You,"
Jonathan's cold, heavy voice shifted to Luke.
"Take a few men and come with me."
Jonathan had already made it this far.
Leaving without seeing for himself was out of the question.
Luke glanced at Ramsey.
Ramsey kept his eyes downcast, giving no reaction.
"What are you looking at him for?"
Jonathan's voice was sharp, laced with impatience. "Get moving!"
Luke understood Ramsey's implication and nodded calmly.
"Understood,"
Luke turned to the mercenaries standing nearby.
"You lot, come with me to escort Mr. Jonathan inside."
"Yes, sir!"
Leading the way, Luke stepped in first.
Jonathan followed closely behind the group.
