Kendrick's eyebrows furrowed when he saw the messages. "What a waste," he responded coldly.

The reply was quick. "You didn't make yourself clear, so you can't blame her."

"This doesn't count," Kendrick retorted.

"Well, you made the rules."

Kendrick could almost picture the gloating grin on the man's face. He was starting to get more annoyed.

"I'll see her once I finish with the work on hand."

After he was done replying, Kendrick tossed his phone aside and sank into the couch. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

Since Yvonne had made the call, she must be determined to get help to deal with Mark, Leonard, and Claude.

It was a clear indication that the death of one of her men had hit her hard. Or else, it wouldn't have prompted her to make such a crucial decision in such a short time.

Kendrick couldn't help but recall the last time he had met Yvonne.

He remembered the way she had spoken about her subordinate and said she didn't discriminate between lives at Hope. It seemed like