Thorne drove to the location Alexander had sent him, parked outside the tea house, and hurried inside.
Reaching the private room where Alexander was seated, Thorne pushed open the door, glanced behind to ensure no one was following, and finally exhaled in relief before closing the door tightly.
“Young Master Reynolds, I’m sorry for being late.” Thorne said with a wry smile.
Alexander poured a cup of tea for Thorne and gestured for him to sit: “Sit down and have some tea to calm your nerves. Judging by your appearance, you’ve had quite a few scares these past few days.”
“Don’t even mention it. These past days, I’ve felt like I’m constantly facing terrorists. I used to think of myself as a ruthless man with a lot of guts, but after watching those fighters train, I’ve realized I’m nothing
