“HEY, dude, are you busy?”

Helios stopped slicing his beefsteak and looked at Grant. “Why?”

Grant frowned when he heard that Helios’s voice was cold. He can’t blame him or make him do what he wants because Helios isn’t used to being in that kind of situation.

“Today, Zoe is going home, but I have a meeting. If you don’t mind, can you pick them up at the airport, if that’s possible?”

Helios set down the fork and spoon he was holding with care. “Alright. What time will they arrive?” he asked.

Grant then looked at the watch on his wrist. “Just wait until I call or text you. Still,...