THIRD POV

The clan hallway echoed with footsteps, and Gonzalo stuck his hand inside his pant pocket with a heavy eye, tiredness evident on his face even though he tried his best to hide it, but this mission seemed impossible.

"Any meeting on my schedule?" He asked Matrix who was behind him, who had the same cold face as his.

"No sir, you're free. It's late already for any meeting. You should also rest," Matrix's husky voice remarked, dripping with sweetness, and Gonzalo gave him a slight nod, still heading inside his library.

"He sent us a message, "Matrix mumbled out of the blue, and a hint of confusion tangled...