A Hollow Apology

Jobe nodded. “Got it.”

Rowena retracted her gaze and glanced at the phone number Victor had written her. “Contact Obsidian Hawk and have them investigate this number.”

“Understood, Ms. Rowena.”

Meanwhile, Desmond made his way into the living room of Reginald's villa and bowed respectfully at him. “You wanted to see me, Grandpa?”

Reginald, who was sitting on the couch, looked up at him from across