Thomas returned to the terrace carrying a tray with a steaming mug of tea and a plush navy blue blanket.
Thomas: Here we are, Master Leo. Drink this, it will warm you up.
Leo: Thank you, sir.
Leo wrapped the heavy fleece blanket around his small shoulders, holding the mug with both hands as he took small sips.
Arthur: Thomas, call my personal attorney, Marcus Cole. Tell him to prepare an immediate injunction against Dr. Victor Vance.
Thomas: Dr. Vance? Is he involved in this boy's pursuit?
Arthur: He ran a black-market medical syndicate using this innocent child as a healing slave.
Thomas gasped, dropping his silver serving spoon onto the saucer with a loud clink.
Thomas: Good heavens! That man was guest of honor at your charity gala last month!
Arthur: He lied to the whole world, pretending his breakthrough medical treatments were scientific discoveries.
Leo: He told me if I didn't cooperate, he would lock me in a cage under the building.
Arthur: He won't be locking anyone up ever again, Leo. He'll be spending the rest of his life in a federal prison.
A loud vehicle engine revved outside the heavy iron front gates of the estate.
Two black SUVs sped down the private driveway, screeching to a halt right in front of the terrace steps.
A tall man in a tailored grey suit stepped out, wearing a thick gold ring on his right hand and a cold smirk on his face.
Dr. Vance: Lord Arthur! What a pleasant surprise to see you standing on your own two feet!