The assistant scurried over, looking flustered.
âMiss Ross, Iâve already informed this gentleman that youâre in a meeting with Zaniyah and canât be disturbed.
But heâs insisting on seeing you, and he even tried to break into your office.
â
The man turned around and courteously bowed to Lucinda.
She scanned him from head to toe and queried, âYou work for Kyson, right?â
The man beamed with pleasure at being recognized.
âYes.
Sorry to bother you, but itâs urgent.
Mr.
Shaw and Mr.
Roberts are gambling with their lives.
â
âGambling with their lives?â
Lucindaâs eyes narrowed.
âWhat kind of game is Kyson playing now?â
âTheyâre at Samsara Bar right now.
Please come with me and talk some sense into them.
Otherwise, someone might actually die.
â
Lucindaâs expression grew dark.
She turned to Zaniyah, who was standing by the door, and said, âYou can return to work.
Weâll resume the meeting tomorrow.
â
With that, she made her way to Samsara Bar hastily.
Upon opening the door to the private room, she saw two men seated across from each other on the leather couch.
On the table in the middle were a collection of gun parts arranged in an orderly fashion.
Both menâs eyes shone with an intense desire to come out on top.
As soon as Lucinda stepped into the room, Nathaniel sprang to his feet and obstructed her view.
She fixed a cold stare on Nathaniel and spoke in a frosty tone.
âWhat are you up to?â
Nathaniel turned his head to Kyson and said, âWear your shirt appropriately.
â
Kyson raised his eyebrows and slowly buttoned up the two buttons on his shirt close to his collarbone.
Once he was well dressed, Nathaniel stepped aside, allowing Lucinda to take a seat on the couch.
She sat in the center of the sofa, crossed her arms, and cast a frigid look at the gun parts on the table.
With a sneer curling her lips, she asked, âAre you both playing an assembling game? And the winner gets to shoot the loser in the head?