Escaping Or Dinner?
●Back in the study room●"You are sure that they both were killed and did not attempt suicide or any past history of depression?"Ronan Ross slumped his shoulders and threw the tired body on the poor chair, which feebly shrieked in response to his heavy weight silhouette. "Yes, boss. I have already check for certain possibilities which could lead them to commit suicide but there is none."Niall had known that his master would eventually ask such questions which were according to Ronan, a part of wise inquiry."If that is not the case then have you found anything else?"Ronan Ross took the pen and began to tap it on the wooden table, each movement had defined intervals_of course, he was an embodiment of perfection. The mafia king lowered his gaze, glued to the table, as if he was thinking something with a serious expression.