Colt sat in his study until sunrise, finally emerging with a look of exhaustion.
Seeing him so worn out, Phyllis couldn't help but ask with concern, "Boss, are you alright?"
Colt didn't answer. He went into the bathroom and slowly washed his face, his eyes closed as he allowed the stylist to work on him.
"There's something I need you to look into," Colt said softly, his eyes still closed.
Phyllis quickly took out her notepad, ready to take notes. "Yes, boss?"
"Find out who drugged Regina at the bar yesterday."
Phyllis froze for a moment, her hand pausing mid-note, but she quickly resumed writing.
After giving the instructions, Colt added, "Have Regina's meals sent to her room today."
The housemaid, who handled the daily household tasks, nodded in agreement.
Phyllis's eyes darkened
