After seeing Greta off, Brent left the airport and drove back to the manor.
He parked the car and went inside the gate, only to find the atmosphere in the manor somewhat strange.
Several strong men stood on the doorsteps.
They were Barzini's trusted subordinates.
One of them, seeing he returned alone, sneered and came down.
Brent's heart gave a big jump.
Was Barzini back? Didn't Greta say he wouldn't return until next week?
He kept walking with an expressionless face.
"Why are you alone? Where's the young master?" One bald man asked.
Brent recognized the man was Beato, Barzini's confidant. He lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I don't know."
"Barzini's waiting for you," Beato shrugged.
Brent went in.
Barzini was sitting on the sofa in the luxurious living room, listening to the reports from his men. He waved them away as Brent came in.