Chapter 24

"Call a meeting now. Prepare a response plan and find out where their funding is coming from," Annabel ordered coldly. "No need," Kenneth suddenly interrupted her. "Liam probably never really switched sides. He was only pretending." Annabel sharply turned to him. "What do you mean?" Kenneth nodded, his gaze complicated. "You thought he worked for Morse Group. But the truth is, he was only working for his own benefit." Annabel's mind raced. If that were the case, then this was far simpler than she had imagined. She grabbed her coat. "Get the car. I'm going to Morse Group." Kenneth frowned. "What for?" She didn't look back. "To look for Tristan." When Annabel pushed the door open, Tristan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. His figure looked thin, almost like a shadow. He turned slowly at the sound. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a dull emptiness. "Well, this is rare." His voice was hoarse. "Ms. Smith, are you here to inspect my