Zachary Thorne had weathered his fair share of storms, so not a trace of panic showed on his face in a situation like this.
"Leon, call the police," Zachary Thorne instructed the man beside him.
"Yes, sir." The driver, Leon, quickly took out his phone to make the call.
Zachary Thorne placed a hand on Ivy Holden's shoulder and said calmly, "Come on. Let's go sit over there."
"Mr. Thorne, this…" Ivy Holden still hadn't fully processed what had happened.
"It's alright. What kind of coffee do you like? Is Blue Mountain okay?" Zachary Thorne guided Ivy Holden toward the counter by her shoulder and took the liberty of ordering two Blue Mountain coffees.
Zachary Thorne made a call on his own phone. He didn't say much, but even his few words conveyed a formidable strength.
As for Ivy Holden, her nerves didn't begin to settle until she took a sip of the warm coffee. Remembering Jensen Morrison's warning, she quickly dialed his number.
