'Utterly useless fools.'
Quentin Ford's expression remained placid, but a chill had settled deep in his heart.
He'd warned them time and again not to make a single mistake, yet they still slipped up and let someone notice something was amiss.
On the projection, Zoe Pierce and her group were still chatting idly. Quentin Ford's dark, unreadable gaze remained fixed on them for a long while.
'How many times has it been?'
'The third time.'
'Every single screw-up was because of them.'
He rarely admired anyone, but Zoe Pierce had been an exception. Yet here they were, like tigers blocking his path, getting in his way time and time again.
His tightly clenched fist suddenly relaxed, and Quentin Ford began to rub his knuckles.
'The five of them are too conspicuous now. Their every move is under a spotlight, so it's not a good time to act.'
'I'll just wait. An opportunity is bound to present itself.'
