Bryce paled, his knees buckling once he heard the person speak on the phone—it was his superior.

“This is Bryan Weiss’ phone. Who is this?”

Bryce fell to his knees almost instantly, gazing at Darius nervously. He could no longer keep himself upright in that instant. His eyes trembled so much that they nearly fell out of their sockets.

Sensing the former’s anxiousness, Darius smirked and replied, “It’s Darius.”

The voice on the phone immediately adopted a respectful tone. “Oh! I’m honored to speak with you, Mr. Reid! May I know why you’ve called me?”

A smile curved on Darius’ face, but it was merely due to formality rather than him showing his sincere joy. He spun on his heel to look at Bryce and snarl, “I believe you and I need to discuss my investment into your police force.”

Two seconds of silence passed before Bryan chuckled sheepishly. Wanting to appease Darius, he asked with a tone of flattery, “Would you like to discuss it over the phone, or shall I head to your hotel?”

Darius