Chapter 518

Even Noah, slow as he could be, understood what to do now. He hurried over and handed the phone to Arthur, muttering in frustration, "Here, Mr. Kensington."

'Ms. Mercer, this isn't my fault! Blame Owen, that sly, conniving bastard!' he grumbled inwardly.

Arthur took the phone without even glancing at the screen and immediately hit Decline.

"Where is she?" His voice came out flat but edged with dan