Chapter 439: Cold
Seb stood with his back to his assistant, gazing out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling window of his office. Beyond the glass, the city sprawled in a blur of motion, a stark contrast to the stillness that enveloped the room. His jaw clenched as he listened to the assistant’s report.
"Mr. Frost, Miss Olivia has left her house. She is coming here with the security team," the assistant relayed.
Seb nodded, a flicker of anticipation igniting in his eyes. "Good," he replied tonelessly. "Relay the next set of instructions to the team and you know what to do once she is here."
"Yes, sir," the assistant replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Hearing the hesitance in his tone , Seb turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Is there a problem?" he inquired, his voice sharp.
The assistant shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering between Seb and the window. "Mr. Frost, just to confirm that I am not making a mistake," he began, his voice faltering slightly. "You really want me to do all those things..."
Seb’s jaw tightened, a flash of impatience crossing his features. "Are you having trouble understanding simple instructions?" he snapped, his frustration palpable. "I already made myself clear."
The assistant swallowed hard, his hesitation palpable. "I know, sir. But this is Miss Brown..."
The assistant wanted to continue but looking at his boss’ dark face, he dared not say the words. No one knew but he did. Seb Frost had always protected Miss Brown. There were so many dangers from competitors pulling dirty tricks to licensing problems with the cafe, Seb had always protected her from the shadows. And yet today... He shuddered to think what Miss Olivia had done to make Seb Frost turn into her enemy.