Chris took a deep breath, he looked all around his bedroom, knowing it was late at night and butler Steve would not be in support of him stepping out. However, Mia was in danger and he couldn't let it be. “Are you still there?” Reid’s voice rang out again. “Or are you scared?” He chuckled. “Do you want to see your dear friend?…do you want to see her beautiful battered face?” This time, it was Ren talking, his mocking voice sounded like stale music to Chris’ ears. At the same time, his phone rang and he saw that he received a message from Reid. It was a picture of Mia lying almost naked on the rooftop, with her face bloodied. Her eyes looked into the camera, pleading. Chris held onto his phone, almost crushing it with his grip, and with his eyes red, he looked like he was going crazy. And yes, he was. He was hurt for his friend.“Where the fuck are you guys?” Chris spat into his phone, his body churning with energy and all he wanted to do was beat up those boys. “Come to the schoo

Ria’s words served as warning bells to Chris’ head and he felt like his world was crumbling. If Reid had gone to testify and Jose was dead, Chris knew he would definitely be implicated. His eyes dimmed, as he wondered if he was the one who had pushed Jose off the building. But then he was quite sure that he didn't push Jose that hard. However, the thought of him being responsible for Jose’s death couldn't stop ringing in his mind. What if Reid had gone to the police to implicate him? Chris sat on the bed, his hands holding onto his head as he buried them in between his legs. On the other hand, Ria stood up and started to approach the door. “Where are you going?” Chris asked with a frown. “Your father is here. My brother informed him of what was going on…” Ria’s words were like another blow to Chris. He recalled how the butler had asked him not to cause any trouble or scandal. His father was on a trip and it seemed it was crucial to the Westminster family. And so, he watched Ria