The work was done now and all she had to wait was for the response of dear master Kyril Ross.
It seemed that the mysterious boss was taking some more time than usual to set up Morgan, in such a place for Renna to find him out and eradicate the thorn.
"Oh yes! Mrs Patrick lives in another city and she had given the keys to us, I can talk to her on phone and I believe she would agree. You can set your foot there for a few days, honey."
Cara paused her fork for a moment when the thought of another old lady clicked her mind, and stood up to give her a call while taking break from lunch.
"Ah! Okay, that would be so nice of you, aunt."
Renna chirped loudly from behind while Cara looked around for her cell phone in the lounge.
Of course, her old age brain dallied to recall that where did she put her phone.
"Ugh! I do not know where did I put it, Morris I am using yours."
Cara's words hit her husband like a bolt of lightening and he immediately shot up from the chair.
