Clyde leaned back on the chair and spun away from Vincent without giving him any gesture about what to say in return. Seeing this, Vincent knew he was left with a very though decision.
"Sorry, Young Master is resting right now." Vincent carefully answered, "Perhaps you can call again tomorrow."
Not long after the call ended, Ryley bit his lower lips and squeezed his phone angrily.
"Lucas," he called as he turned his attention towards the burly man standing beside him. "Can you explain to me again why you think Vincent added fuel to this problem? I mean, I understand that the news must have gone viral and Clyde is definitely enraged about today's incident, but.…"
Ryley exhaled a deep sigh, clutching his chest with his brows scrunched anxiously. "I keep feeling that he's angry about something else, but I have no idea what it is!"