Wanted

Chapter 92: Wanted

Ramsey scowls at her but even he can't keep the smile from his face.

'_menace_' he thinks, helplessly fond.

Sighing, he rolls his eyes before rising to his feet and following Robin to the door.

He can't help but feel curious about this guest.

As the door swings open, they're greeted by a nondescript man, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

It's Mr Wilkins.

"Thank you for coming," Robin says, her tone warm and reassuring. "Please, come in."

The caretaker steps inside, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I, uh, I wasn't sure if I should be here," he says awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Robin places a hand on the man's shoulder, her expression gentle. "Don't worry, you're safe here. We're grateful for your help."

Ramsey steps forward, offering the caretaker a handshake. "I'm Ramsey, Ms Emerson's associate. We can't thank you enough for what you've done."