Night had already fallen in Jayrodale, and Andrew was just about to leave West End when Natasha smirked and said, "Darling, that old dog Kenny couldn't hold back any longer. Looks like he's trying to reach you again."

Andrew took the phone from her hand and answered the call. "Mr. Kenny, it's late at night—shouldn't you be in bed? What do you want?"

Kenny's voice was cold. "Andrew, don't get cocky. Tell me, did you take down Phantom Eye?"

Andrew chuckled. "Do you even need to ask? Of cours