Vincent's sly gaze flickered to the rearview mirror once again. "Rest assured, Sir. There's no need to concern yourself with Jason's well-being. Everything has been taken care of."
Despite Vincent's reassuring words, a sense of unease gnawed at Ryley.
His fists clenched subconsciously, an instinctive reaction to the dissonance he felt in Vincent's tone.
Suppressing his rising anger, Ryley forced himself to look out the window, his mind racing with thoughts and worries.
A deep sense of pity clouded his brown eyes as he silently wished for Jason's swift recovery.
Though he couldn't quite explain it, Jason had always been the one guard among many who made him feel safe, a reassuring presence in a world fraught with uncertainty.
But now, with Vincent seemingly taking Jason's place, a heavy unease settled over Ryley.
The man's sly demeanor and cryptic answers only amplified his discomfort.
