The rear passenger door abruptly slid open, and Wesley climbed inside. As he settled into his seat, he glanced at Mathews, noticing the shadow of gloom that clouded his face.

“What's got you so upset?"

Mathews shifted his position in the seat, drawing the brim of his cap lower to obscure his face while remaining silent.

Wesley turned around to his assistant, who was seated behind them. "Do you have any idea what might be bothering Mathews?"

The assistant glanced at Mathews. Then he looked at Wesley and shrugged his shoulders, appearing clueless. "I have no idea," he replied innocently.