```Mikael: It seems like we have a guest for today's modelling session.```
Ambryan thanked him for the information and dialed a familiar number. He could only think of one reason why Kyle would go to such lengths. Adrenaline rushed into his veins. He rose to his feet and paced behind his chair, hardly being able to contain it.
Then, the receiver picked up.
"Hello, Richard speaking," the voice said from the other line.
"Richard," Ambryan practically hissed. "Do you know why Kyle Rivers is in France?"
"Kyle?! Rivers?! That troublemaker of a hooligan?" Richard exclaimed, almost spitting out his water. "Why are you suddenly interested in him? He's never worth your attention."
"Because apparently he's been sending my girlfriend flowers."
This time, Richard choked on his drink. He stood up from his home office chair, coughing until his throat became dry. That had to be the most unexpected thing he had heard of. Someone had decided to step out of the shadows and wreak havoc.
