SCRAM

“Boss. That person has returned to the mansion.” A masculine voice began to report from the other end of the phone.

Zenos paused his typing; he silently stared into the distance and began to tap on the edge of the expensive desk rhythmically. His back straightened. “Mission?”

“In the beginning, the person was on the search for Hion. But, ever since he was saved by young master Simon, he had gotten himself entangled with young master Simon, and he wouldn't let go.” The masculine voice obediently responded.

Zenos’ eyes turned glazed; none of his thoughts were written on his face or in his eyes. He suddenly stopped tapping and resumed typing on his keyboard. “Protect Hayden and everyone.”

“Everyone?” The masculine voice reiterated in shock, clearly understanding the meaning behind Zenos’ words. “Boss, does that include Miss Mia?”

“Ehn.”

“Young master, the mansion's security had increased in folds with our return.” The Bluetooth device in Prothero's ear transmitted the masculine voice of