"We are sorry, chairman but my team has still not been able to locate him," a man dressed in a black suit giving off the image of a bodyguard reported bowing his head to a man sitting calmly on an elegant chair and a cold aura emanating from him which made the room so cold.
The man sitting on the chair was no one other than Darren Brooke, Dylan's father and he was currently in his office at the group which could be passed a lounge with how spacious it is with its extravagant designs. It looks fabulous.
"And what are you doing here?" Darren asked calmly, standing up and the man shifted backward in fear. "I am sorry we….," The man was saying but a shattering sound suspended his words and he gasped looking at the shattered cup that was just thrown his way.
