Chapter 117

"Sir." A maid rushed towards Brock just as he was on the verge of entering his car. Roman had sent him home abruptly in the middle of the day to retrieve something. Impatience etched on Brock's face, he looked at the maid expectantly.

She was a middle aged woman.

"What is it?" he inquired with a composed yet impatient demeanor. The maid, seemingly nervous, hesitated, rubbing her palms on her dress