Theo Rhodes hung up, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Claire Sinclair eyed the young man's handsome face and raised an eyebrow. "Not bad acting."
Theo Rhodes chuckled smugly. "Heh heh... When you're out in the world, you've gotta have a few tricks up your sleeve." He paused, his smile fading slightly as his tone turned serious. "Master, what do we do now?"
"Call him back in ten minutes."
"Okay."
Claire Sinclair said nothing more and brought up the second chat log.
This screenshot was a chat log between Cyrus Marshall and his wife.
Iris York: Our child is sick, and you still haven't come home. Our son says he wants to see you, or else he won't take his medicine.
Cyrus Marshall: Honey, our pharmacy is in its startup phase right now. I really can't get away. I'm doing this to buy our son a big villa, so please just bear with me for a little while, okay?
