The next day, Nikolai came down to have breakfast with a clear scowl on his face, and Trevor was watching him like a hawk as they eat breakfast.
“Are you still not feeling okay?” Trevor asked.
“How can I feel okay when some punk wanted me dead?” Nikolai grumbled.
Trevor took a sip of his coffee.
“Don’t worry about it. Whoever he is, he won’t succeed as long as you have the consigliere behind you.” Trevor told him and Nikolai sighed.
“Speaking of consigliere, where is that woman?” Nikolai asked and Trevor immediately answered.
“They left at dawn according to Revel.”
“What? Damn that woman! She’s not done explaining things to me!” Nikolai exclaimed and then he got up and marched back up to his room.
Trevor cannot help but just watch Nikolai threw a tantrum, for not getting wha
