As soon as Ryan spotted the car approaching, he discreetly grabbed his phone from his pocket and called John, who picked up right away.
Without a single word exchanged between the two, John hung up.
And before long he appeared in the hallway, walking back to his original position in silence.
Ryan did the same, and soon the doorknob turned, revealing a new figure.
A man in simple clothes, though expensive ones on closer inspection. He glanced briefly at Ryan, frowning, and then at John.
Unlike the Major, this one gave Ryan no particular impression.
He looked like someone ordinary.
His daughter, however, who followed behind him with her phone in hand, scrolling through the screen frequently, was a different story.
She radiated an aura that was eye-catching to say the least.
Her clothes screamed glamour and money, a lot of money. Her bag was designer and her rose-tinted glasses carried an elegance beyond measure.
