Chapter 126

MICHAEL’S POV

I dropped the phone and I sat behind my desk after the call with Owen. My jaw was locked, and my mind was just too occupied to think about anything other than who I was thinking about before the call came in.

The same person I was waiting to come in any second from now... Robert Carlisle, I needed to hear his side of the story; I needed to know what his intentions were. Only then would I be able to form an opinion on what this was really about.

I glared at the door, waiting for him to walk through.

And soon, I heard the knock instantly, followed by the door creaking open with a soft click.

Mr. Carlisle strolled in as if he had all the time in the world.

Very calm and collected.

He didn’t even bother to look at me as he shut the door behind him.

The smile he wore was casual, almost lazy, like he had just walked into a coffee shop for a chat.

“Michael,” he called.

After then he just sank into the chair across from me like he belonged there, crossing one leg over the o