Chapter 1335

The Stones, who just a few moments ago, had been wearing expressions of disappointment, all whipped their phones out of their pockets and proffered them to Dorian immediately.

"Mr. Gibson, you can have mine as well!"

"Me, too! I have my phone with me, Mr. Gibson. Please take it!"

"You can use mine, Mr. Gibson! You can't let that impostor get away with insulting you like this!"

"Go on, Mr. Gibson! Call Mr. Carl right now and prove that impostor wrong!"

Everyone was practically clamoring over each other, trying to offer their respective phones to a rather alarmed-looking Dorian. Dorian stared, his smile frozen, at the dozens of cell phones dangling in front of his face, trying desperately to think of a way out of this predicament.

At the same time, he kept shooting Wasyl pleading looks, as though begging to be rescued!

Rats!

Even Wasyl was beginning to panic at this, but he knew he had to do something, so he stepped forward and snarled at the Stones, "Enough! Why should Mr. Gib