That punk had played him, played him for a total fool.
'Sebastian Lockwood, you can go to hell!'
He glared fiercely at Sebastian Lockwood, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Sylvie Lockwood standing nearby. She gently rubbed her nose with her finger and shot him a meaningful look.
Ryder Sharp said nothing, but he was still nursing a grudge.
He didn't know if Sebastian Lockwood had made up with him because he genuinely saw him as a friend, or if it was all just to get to Sydney Sawyer.
"Sebastian Lockwood, outside. We need to talk!" Ryder Sharp straightened up and headed for the door.
"Ryder!" Sylvie Lockwood frowned.
After all, if the two of them actually came to blows, her brother, as capable as he was, would be no match for a former professional fighter.
"Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on him." Ryder Sharp glanced at Sylvie Lockwood. As he stepped out the door, he added nonchalantly, "And even if I do, I'll make sure he's still breathing when I'm done..."
