“Boss, I need to answer this,” he told Hannah, pausing in the garden to take the call.


    “Mr.


    Pierce, what’s up?”


    “I need a favor.


    ”


    Maloney’s voice came from the other end.


    As Dotson listened, his brow furrowed and his eyes looked distantly ahead.


    Hannah, having switched her shoes, walked into the living room and soon was out of sight.


    After a moment, Dotson responded, “I can’t be involved in this.


    ”


    Maloney seemed to expect such a reply and continued speaking.


    As he listened, Dotson’s face went through a range of emotions before he fell silent.


    Sensing an opportunity, Maloney pressed on, “It’s for your boss.


    She’s in danger, surrounded by adversaries.


    You wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, right?”


    “But…”


    Dotson paused, his voice tinged with uncertainty.


    “If the boss finds out, we’re in for some serious trouble.


    ”


    “It’s just a quick peek at her phone.


    We’re not messing with anything.


    She’ll never know.


    Just check the messages and tell us what they say.


    It’s really that simple,” Maloney coaxed.


    After a brief pause, Dotson replied, “I’ll see what I can do.


    If it works out, I’ll give you a call.


    ”


    In the passenger seat, Maloney held up his phone to Bryson, dering, “ALL set.


    ”


    Bryson, who was focused on driving, didn’t respond.


    Two hourster, they reached the Mitchell family estate in Valmere.


    Bryson hadn’t intended toe back, but recent turmoil in Palmetan had led to an urgent call from their butler, imploring his return.


    As they exited the car, the butler greeted them promptly.


    “Master Bryson, you’re back,” he greeted.


    “Yes,” Bryson responded, his tone detached.


    The butler looked over at Maloney and hesitated briefly before asking, “And this gentleman is…?”


    “He’s a guest of mine, staying for a few days,” Bryson exined smoothly.


    Pleased, the butler smiled warmly.


    “Please, as Master Bryson’s guest,e inside.


    ”


    Maloney, now presenting himself with an air of refinement, nodded courteously.


    The yful demeanor he exhibited in the car was reced by a gentlemanly grace.


    As they walked through the garden, the butler leaned closer to Bryson, whispering, “Master Bryson, just so you know, Master Tyshawn and Miss Glyn are here today.


    They’re discussing the engagement…”


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