Gabriel didn't smile, however, but sported a small smile, no hint of fear as he stared back at Lyon.

While they stood locked in their standoff, the doors of the elevator opened.

Sofia, tired of the two, stomped straight into the elevator.

The doors were set to close when, out of nowhere, a hand held back the gap, and the doors groaned open again.

Sofia looked at Lyon standing outside the elevator with cold eyes. "Mr. Monroe, do you need anything?" "We need to talk," Lyon replied.

Standing before his cold gaze, Sofia paused for a second. She understood that there were some matters to be resolved.

"Fine," she said,...