CHAPTER 22

Jordan, clutching the file that Mason had handed to him the night before stalked towards the outdoor dining area where he was informed on Grayson St. Claire’s whereabouts on a bright Tuesday morning.

His eyes narrowed coldly when he finally spotted the Englishman occupying one of the secluded, outdoor dining tables with his laptop opened in front of him along with some files. He is currently drinking his coffee with a half-eaten sandwich, while browsing through whatever is displayed on his screen.

Holding on to his anger, Jordan sauntered towards him and before he could stop himself, he slammed the file on the table in front of Grayson.

Grayson looked up from his screen, his eyes turning cold when he saw who the person was that interrupted his work. He stared down at the folder as he put his cup down and closed his laptop.

“What the f8ck do you want, Cunningham?!” He scoffed coldly.

Jordan clenched his fists angrily.

“Why don’t you tell me, St. Claire,” Jordan answered back evenly as