●San Francisco || Ronan's villa●
Meanwhile Renna Amaryllis was having a conversation with Ezekiel Russell and Ray Ji was bearing with Ava's 'unable to decide session', Ronan Ross was unaware of the approaching chaos.
Sitting in his cabin with fingers interlaced, the man wore an austere expression on his face. Niall stood opposite to his chair as the atmosphere got alarmingly dangerous, as the right hand man could barely breathe under the pressure.
"What do you suggest, Niall?"
Ronan's serious expression was driving Niall crazy, scaring the shit out of him. The mafia king lifted his eyes and landed on him with a questioning stare.
"Erm, I do not have any say in this regard master. We will proceed with your command, as you order and wish."
Well, what else can you expect from the dutiful assistant? Although Niall could not insulate his shivering from Ronan Ross, he could acknowledge the incoming chaos clearly.
