After hanging up, Durrell Landon walked over to Quiana Sutton, wrapping his arms around her from behind: "I'm heading back to the old house. I probably won't be able to make it back to the hotel tonight. Be careful, okay?"
Quiana Sutton waved him off, not bothering much: "Go ahead."
Seeing how utterly unconcerned Quiana was, Durrell gave her a light pinch on the soft flesh of her waist. She shivered all over, quickly turned around, and gave him a peck on the cheek: "I promise I'll be careful."
This half-hearted attitude of hers—well, what could he do about it…
Forget it.
He'd just have to send a few people to watch the hotel.
...
Landon Family Old House.
The place was brightly lit, like broad daylight.
The old man and Zeke Landon sat in the living room, waiting for him.
He walked in at an unhurried pace and sat down wherever he pleased.
The old man was about to flare up, but Zeke Landon quickly stopped him.
"Grandpa, business comes first."
