Chapter 877

• Now, only three men remained in the hallway.
• Cyrus sat on the bench, his posture as straight as a pine, hands resting on his knees. The window at the end of the hall was ajar, allowing a biting cold wind to pour in, yet none of the men flinched. The atmosphere was frozen, brittle as ice.
• Cyrus broke the silence, his voice cold. "My father's itinerary was top secret. Only a few people would know it. Someone on the inside leaked the information."