Chapter 463

Those soldiers looked fierce and serious. Oh goodness!

The thought struck the middle-aged man like lightning, draining the color from his face. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his knees shook uncontrollably.

Then, his legs buckled, and he crashed to the floor, a yellow stain spreading beneath him—a clear sign of his terror.

He was just a regular businessman, unaccustomed to staring down the barrel of a gun, let alone dozens.

As he hit the deck, the others in the meeting room caught a glimpse of the scene outside and froze, panic seizing them. Those who thought to leave with the businessman were then rooted to the spot, too scared to budge.

In that tense standoff, Calum's voice cut through the silence, composed as a cucumber: "Gentlemen, why don't you take a seat and let's continue, shall we?"

His words had them scurrying back to their chairs in an instant, and the door to the conference room shut with a decisive click.

Silence reigned. No one dared to raise their voice against