Late at night, the study in Driscoll residence was dimly lit. Maurice, who seemed to always hide in the shadows, asked in a low voice, "Joe hasn't stepped out since he came back this afternoon?"

Walter, the head of the Driscoll family's Shadow Division, whispered back, "That's correct, sir. He has remained in his room since returning during the day!"

Maurice frowned. "Did you send anyone to check on what's going on?"

Walter shook his head with a bitter smile. "I sent three different groups, sir. None of them got in. He even turned away his sisters."

Maurice let out a cold snort. "Something's off with him since he returned this afternoon, and I can feel it. Walter, tell him I want to see him."

Walter hesitated. "Sir, it's already pretty late. Maybe we should wait till morning?"

Maurice's voice turned sharp. "I know what time it is. But I can't sit back and watch Joe lose his focus just because of a girl. Go now. I need to hear from him what exactly is going on in his head!"