The blond bit his lower lips and picked on his nail anxiously, then an idea crossed his mind. "What if we take her with us to the States?"
"Are you crazy?!" Martin almost raised his voice, then cleared his throat and said, "It's impossible. How are you going to do it?!"
Ryley rolled his lips inwardly and took out his phone from his pocket, then put it beside his ear.
"Come to the motel. I know you've been following me." He said curtly and hung up without waiting for the other person to reply.
"Wh-who did you just call?" Martin raised one of his brows skeptically.
Before Ryley could answer, heavy steps were heard following the chiming sound of the bell hanging on the door.
"Sir." Lucas greeted, bowing his head with his lips pursed sourly.
"Ugh, I know Clyde will still send you here." Ryley sighed. "How about Dylan? You made sure your trusted guards will keep him safe, right?"