Ryan descended the stairs, but suddenly halted, turning to Dereon.
"I asked you to remove all the electronic clocks here. Did you handle it?"
"Yes, Young Master. All the clocks have been dealt with, and I replaced them with a tear-off calendar as per your instructions."
Ryan nodded. "Good. You may leave now. Also, I’ll be arriving at the company a bit later tomorrow."
"Understood."
It wasn’t hard to guess why the young master would be late. He wanted to stay with Annabelle.
Dereon's frustration grew. How could the young master afford to linger in personal affairs when he was still in the middle of a crisis?
Unable to hold back, Dereon spoke up, "Young Master, aren’t you doing too much for Ms. Sanchez?"
Ryan's gaze turned icy. "So, your injured finger has healed already?"
Dereon st
