RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT

CHAPTER 197

Wraith paced back and forth in the lounge, the phone in his hand trembling slightly as he dialed Vritt's number yet again. Raven and Malakai sat silently nearby, their expressions tense. Malakai, seated in his wheelchair, wore a pained and frustrated look, as if the weight of the situation bore heavily upon him.

Vritt was the one delaying them. He should have arrived by now. Malakai glanced at the walk clock and shook his head again.

The phone rang, the tone echoing through the room, but there was no answer on the other end. Wraith frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Vritt isn't picking up, he isn't answering is call... When did he start to that? I have been calling him for the past ten minutes and I've not even gotten a response?" he muttered, dropping the phone onto the table with a frustrated sigh.

He slumped into one of the plush armchairs, his shoulders sagging.

Raven cleared his throat, drawing Wraith's attention. "How long are we going to wait for Vritt to arri