Landen leaned on the sofa, and a cigarette was burning in his hand. His handsome profile looked indescribably evil against the light.
Behind him was a large floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was the garden of the pack house. The street lamps in the evening were mottled when they shone in.
He sat quietly on the sofa, as if he was lost in thought.
"Landen, do you need me to send someone to find Ms. Capper?" Parker asked again fearlessly.
Hearing her voice again, Landen came to senses. After a pause, he said coldly, "No!"
Hearing this, Ella breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "I see! By the way, Landen, Ronald's flight will arrive at Washington International Airport at four o'clock this afternoon!"
Cane and several other friends planned
