It was always dark down there, even with the faint light left on by Thomas Yates, it took a while to get used to it.
The gloomy environment, like an eagle struggling to circle in the darkness, brought about a suffocating feeling that made people tense, but also felt secure. This was the unique sense of security that Thomas Yates provided. He always wanted to be a piece of rotten mud, despised by everyone. Only in this way could he continue to be the Thomas Yates in the eyes of outsiders.
The image on the screen was George Flack's office, while Thomas Yates coldly watched Aria Grant walk around the room, her fingertips sweeping through every corner.
From the moment George touched his phone, Thomas knew they were communicating in code. It was interesting, an indescribable feeling. Thomas found it amusing to see the two of them in such a panic, yet all their small actions were under his watchful eyes. Such control was the most captivating thing.
