"Be nice to my wife."
"Don't worry, as long as your sincerity is sufficient."
Sean White ended the conversation.
Wyatt Wright's calm facade, which had lasted a long while, began to ripple with tension. He stood with his back straight, his entire body tight with strain, not uttering a single word, the aura around him growing darker.
Since Rae Bennett had been taken, Wyatt Wright had not partaken in food or drink.
Ralph Myers poured a glass of water and placed it on the table, "I booked a flight for eleven o'clock. You still have nearly two hours. Rest up first."
Private planes can't fly on a whim; one must apply for a flight path in advance, which isn't as quick as booking a commercial flight ticket.
Maybe it was a delayed reaction, but Wyatt Wright was feeling extremely anxious now. He wasn't a pessimist; he was proactive, aggressive even. Yet now, his mind was flooded with all sorts of bad scenarios.
He even doubted all the choices and commitments he had made before.
