“You think he can actually do it?” André said as he continuously threw a tennis ball against the wall, only to catch it back again.
Noah just nodded curtly. “If there’s anyone who can actually get things done, it’s him. Besides, maybe we’ll have to focus on that Gossip Girl thing before anyone else.”
“Why?”
“She knows secrets,” he said gravely and switched the TV off. “And we have ours to keep. If I’m right, she could be targetting everyone who could be a part of the Project X. If we make a single mistake, you know that there’s no mending that.”
André scoffed and turned on his back, facing Noah. “Easy for you to say. What have you got to keep, huh? That you’re a prince?”
Noah gave him a sharp look and gazed around the room as though someone could’ve overheard that. “It’s not just that
