Felix Shaw exited the news page and called Nicholas Croft. As soon as it connected, Nicholas's voice, devoid of warmth, came through with just a few concise words, "Felix, what's up?"
Though Nicholas's voice sounded cold, what Felix couldn't see was that he was lounging in his executive chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips with a slight smirk.
"Big brother, could you help me find out what happened that night?" Felix had no doubts, never suspecting that his brother was the one scheming against him. "Do you know, I just made the headlines again, and as soon as I flew to the U.S., Mia sent me back,"
Nicholas's lips curving into a sly arc, he replied in a serious tone, "Hmm, I'll have someone keep an eye on it when I have the time,"
"Big brother, I'll be counting on you then."
