Mr. Hamilton's POV
I stared at the unconscious female in the basement of our country house. I'm not that stupid to allow her at the house. I know that the detective will be on my neck so I will take care of her.
"Hi Dad, you didn't even tell me good job." My son, Theo, walked behind me.
"There was no need to do that. I was the one who did everything else. You only did the simplest task with guards even."
"Father, I'm your only son. You always downplay my effort."
In my head I muttered, if only you knew.
"I always wish that you had your head together."
My phone began to ring out and it was Tasha. She never calls me so I'm surprised.
I walked away from the room where Reign was headed to my private office. I walked past the guards posted outside the basement door.
"Hello." I picked up just when the call was about to ring out.
"I need a favour from you." She said, going straight to the point.
"What is that, Tasha? You didn't even bother greeting."
