Brandon loosened his grip and stepped back. “Nicolas, I’ve told you what I needed to. Just watch yourself with Sophia, okay? We could all end up in a mess.”

Nicolas, usually composed, looked troubled.

Without another word from Nicolas, Brandon put on his coat and left.

Once Brandon settled in his car, he dialed a number on his phone.

A soft voice answered, “Mr. Foster, what can I do for you?”

“Meet me at Champs Le Bar, third floor, in thirty minutes,” Brandon stated before hanging up and tossing the phone onto the seat beside him, then driving off.

After Brandon left, Diana returned to their private room and informed...