In just a few seconds, Tristan Sterling's eyelid twitched violently.
He suddenly stood up, the chair knocking over backward with a dull thud.
Colleagues stared at the screen in astonishment.
Grabbing the black jacket hanging on the back of the chair, he sprinted toward the door while swiftly dialing the police.
"I need to report a crime, someone's holding a hostage with a knife, location is B Zone, Basement 2 of Zenith Tower, the victim is Vivian Sinclair, send the police immediately!"
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"Don't think I can't see through it! You're siding with her, deliberately setting me up!"
Caleb Campbell completely lost control of his emotions.
He roared, his arms exerting force, slamming Vivian Sinclair hard against the wall, tightening his grip on her neck further.
The cold metal continued pressing against her artery.
Vivian Sinclair's lips turned purple, and the edges of her vision began to darken, but she still struggled to stay conscious.
