Morgan dashed inside excitedly, well of course, he sure had a wonderful piece of thing for his boss.
Something unbelievable, which could not wait any more than it had already been delayed.
"Boss! Ronan Ross's wife is alive! I have seen Amaris, here…"
Morgan blurted out immediately as soon as his hyperactive eyes landed on the man, who averted his dazzling silvery eyes towards him.
The aura around him was still surprisingly calm, contrasting to the luxury besides him on the tea trolley, where rested a Portmeirion Pomona tea set, hot misty steam was blowing from the spout of the tea pot.
"Morgan! Come, come…!"
The boss sounded serene, which was not a surprise to Morgan. Although, he had always sensed his boss mysterious and dangerous but was also well aware that he had to be useful for him, in order to live!
