The second Alfie leaned in and muttered the answer, Mervyn's blood boiled.
A sharp gasp escaped his lips, and the fury hit him full force.
He didn't waste any time.
Mervyn took all that pent-up anger straight out on Ryley's subordinates, rounding them up on the spot.
He didn't stop there, either.
The moment Ryley walked through the doors of the Headquarters, Mervyn was already waiting to ambush him, dragging Ryley's staff along like they'd just been caught committing a crime.
"What is going on here?" Ryley pulled off his sunglasses. He forced a look of annoyance, though honestly, he just wasn't in the mood for this. "What are you doing to my staff now?" he asked, stepping up to tower over Mervyn.
