Late into the night, inside Justin's private suite.
Justin sat on the sofa in the drawing room, one hand resting on the armrest, a one leg folded over the other. His expression was serious, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. His dark gaze remained fixed on the man kneeling before him with his head head lowered like a sinner.
Noah stood to the side, his expression neutral, though his eyes betrayed the worry he felt for the man on the floor.
A man in a black suit—Ryan, another of Justin's well-built, formidable bodyguards—entered the suite. He silently handed a file to Noah and took his place to one side. Ryan's gaze briefly flickered to the kneeling man, but he kept his face impassive. Inside, however, he shared Noah's concern.
Noah opened the file and began reading aloud to the stern-faced Justin. whose gaze on the man kneeling on the floor did not stir.