Chapter 622

There was an intimidating air of gangster about him.

"If you're here for your brother, Mr. Byron, you can save your breath," Victor said rudely.

Byron didn't say a word. He merely reached for the teacup.

Before he took a sip, Victor warned, "Be careful not to burn yourself. The tea was made with boiling water."

Bryon's hand, holding the insulated cup, froze. Then, he casually set the cup back down.

Jessica stood behind Byron, her demeanor displaying a sense of rigid determination. She had never expected a problematic scion of a wealthy family to be interested in Tally.

"I presume you're searching for him everywhere?" Byron asked.

"Then, what else do you suggest?" Victor mockingly retorted.

What a bastard!

Byron nonchalantly lit a cigarette. "What do you plan to do with him, Mr. Glenn?"

"I'm still thinking about it. Why don't you give me a good idea, Mr. Byron?"

Byron lifted his gaze with a frigid intensity, meeting Victor's equally glacial stare.

"Let me remind you, Mr. Byr