When Ryan answered the phone, he glanced at the time—it was nearly six in the evening.

He finally came to his senses, remembering he had promised Old Mr. Wells they would have dinner together at six.

On the other end of the line, Zoe's voice came through. "Ryan, where are you? We're almost at the Marriott Hotels. Are you on your way?"

She had intended to call earlier to remind him.

But considering Olivia's situation and Ryan's trip to the police station, she knew he might be tied up for a while.

Despite his usual carefree demeanor, as a businessman, he understood the value of time.

Especially for a dinner...