Ramsey arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
"You misunderstand, sir.
That wasn't my intention at all."
Jonathan wasn't lying.
This wasn't a hostage situation—it was house arrest.
Jonathan's face twisted in disgust as he took in Ramsey's sly demeanor and tone, so reminiscent of Carlos.
"Enough with the diplomatic nonsense.
Did Sinclair send you?!"
"Of course not.
The CEO is currently unconscious—"
Ramsey cut himself off abruptly, as if realizing he'd slipped up.
A flicker of panic and gloom passed through his eyes. It had to be said that playing the part was a required skill for every top-tier assistant.
Though Ramsey had stopped short, Jonathan had already caught the implication.
A shadow flitted across his gaze.
His piercing eyes studied Ramsey's expression as he asked in a low, measured voice, "If this isn't Sinclair's doing, then what exactly are you up to?"
"There's been an incident at the estate.
