Kylie's smile froze on her face. She lightly pressed her pocket. "We'll be right in the next room. Let us know when you're done."
Michael stared at her eyes for a moment, then swayed his hand, telling them to leave.
When the door was closed behind their backs, Kylie and Ken have a long breath out at the same time. Ken showed her a hand gesture telling her to follow him in silence.
Afterward, the two walked through the passage into a smaller private room.
"This private room and the one where Michael stays are back to back, so we can hear the sound from its inside," Ken said, then sat on the sofa.
Kylie poured a glass of water. When she was about to drink it, she placed it on the table. "What does he want you to help him?"
"Nothing to do with you." Ken wouldn't tell her but played his phone with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
