Cent per cent.

As Ryan walked out, the expression on his face changed. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialled a number. And the call connected after just a few rings. 

"Mr. Foster," the person on the other end greeted respectfully. "Do you have any other orders?" 

"Yes," Ryan replied curtly before adding, his voice cold. "Investigate what happened exactly at Royal Grande on the 29th. I need to know every detail." 

"Understood, Mr. Foster," the person on the call affirmed. "I will gather the information and share it with you soon." 

Without another word, Ryan ended the call and strode off. 

Meanwhile, back inside the room, Delyth's carefully maintained facade shattered as soon as Ryan stepped out of the room. Her fists clenched, and with a frustrated growl, she grabbed a pillow from behind her and hurled it onto the floor.