Dinner date.

Victor exhaled a long puff of smoke from his cigarette and asked his assistant, "Any news yet?"

The assistant shook his head. "No, sir. We haven't been able to reach Franco to confirm the outcome. We have tried various channels to check if it is a success, but it seems like our efforts are being blocked."

Victor's face darkened, his expression disapproving. "Incompetent," he muttered, his voice so cold and he looked really angry.

The assistant quickly bowed his head and apologized . "Sorry, sir."

Just then, Victor's phone rang, breaking the silent atmosphere . He brought out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen and saw an unknown number.

Without hesitation, he disconnected the call. But the caller persisted, ringing again and again. On the fourth call, he was about to disconnect it again, when he heard his boss' chilling voice.

"Pick it up." Victor said coldly as he stared at his assistant.

The assistant nodded his head and answered the call, putting it on speakerphon