Chapter 55

>>> THIRD PERSON POV <<<

THE REAGAN RESIDENTIAL

Inside the comfy office, Mr. Reagan was pacing to and fro with his hands tucked inside his pocket pants.

One could tell that he was restless, his brows knit into a frown as his dark eyes struck at the marble floors of the office —he waiting impatiently in for Gabrielle.

"Is she here yet?" Mr. Robertson asked frantically as he jolted into the office and shut down the door immediately.

"No! She hasn't!" Mr. Reagan growls, swiveling around and he stared at his best friend sauntering towards him.

"You have to calm down, okay!" Mr. Robertson says as he tries to soothe his best friend. Then he asked him "Have you tried to call her?"

Mr. Reagan was reluctant to reply just yet, he was so furious right now to say anything.

Nevertheless, he eventually answered his best friend "Not yet!" He breathed out heavily.

"Then try to call her!" Mr. Robertson suggested, and he watched his best friend quickly slip out his phone.

Mr. Reagan put an u