Listening to Henry Archer, Tristan Grayson finally calmed down. "Over the next couple of days, keep a close eye on Aiden Avery as well!" 'No formal procedures were followed? Then it's highly likely Aiden was the one behind this.'
'If Aiden really was behind this, then he would show no mercy, their brotherly bond be damned.'
"Yes."
Just as Henry Archer was about to leave, Tristan Grayson's eyes narrowed. "Wait," he said sharply. "Track that woman's phone for me. I want to know her location at all times."
"Yes, boss!"
Tristan Grayson was in no mood to deal with work. He adjusted his collar, his face grim, and left the office. Just as he was about to reach the elevators, his phone let out a DING. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen—it was a location alert for that woman's phone.
