Inside a well-furnished office.
A casually dressed man leaned back in his chair with a relaxed expression. He was the epitome of a gentleman, with his fine hair brushed back and a small grin on his lips that revealed a one-cheek dimple.
He had been informed of something by one of his men, and with that gentle smile on his face, one couldn't help but wonder what good news had been delivered to him.
"I assure you, if Miss Sophia, your ex-wife, is crawling, she would be underworld by now," the man before him—his secretary—reported with a smile.
James chuckled, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression, "What about the other men I sent after her? You know we can't have them revealing things that would be harmful to us."
