LATTON had just finished speaking to Boris over the phone when Igor pulled up the car in front of the manor’s main entrance.

He opens the door for her and soon gets into the driver’s seat. “Where to Miss?” He asks nicely, his voice sounds jovial instead of threatening.

She grinned, “Aren’t you a bit gleeful today?” She uttered without looking at him.

He scoffed, “Can’t I be happy?” He answered sarcastically with his thick Russian accent.

She smirked. “Well, that’s more like it.” She mumbled. “I spoke to Boris today.” She paused and then glanced at Igor, observing if there were changes in his demeanor.

She noticed that he...