Chapter 135. A Trace of Reyona

Maxwell paced to and fro in his office as he listened to the person on the phone.

Displeasure increased on his face as the person continued talking.

He ran his hand through his hair as he swore beneath his breath.

“Are you sure, Steve?”

The person spoke for a moment while Maxwell nodded.

“Yes, yes of course. Keep me posted, will you?”

“Thanks”, he disconnected the call and walked towards the bar.

He poured himself a generous hand of brandy.

Without a word, he walked towards the window overlooking the mesmerising nightlife of Kayooma.

His office was situated at the topmost level of the gigantic, Rohan Automobile Inc. building.

His employees were long gone for the day.

Though they had wrapped up the final preparations for the annual showroom event that was to take place the next day, Maxwell didn’t feel like going home.

Despite everything going on, he couldn’t take his mind off a certain someone.

The fact that she