It didn't take long when Lewis received the contact numbers he needed. Separately, a message from his assistant followed.
[Young Master, I had informed the managers that you'd be calling them at any moment. Please, if this is about 3rd young master, let me handle it.]
"I hope it's actually about him." Lewis murmured coldly, ignoring the plea from his assistant.
Well, it would be easier if it were about his troublesome little brother. However, it was not the case. It was far worse than that. A matter which only Lewis could handle; or rather, a matter he wanted to handle himself... or not.
"Hey." Lewis turned to Devon, who was from the opposite side of the couch.
He told her to give him some space. Their distance slightly helped him calm down.
Upon hearing him, Devon immediately raised her head. Just with that, Lewis's shoulder flinched.
"Uh…"
"Yes, my friend? Did you hear anything from them?" She immediately inquired, wanting to rush to his side, but hesitated.
