"Quentin Grant, are you really going to do this? Do you have any idea how many people will die?" Toby Dalton snatched up his phone, his mind in turmoil. He had only dared to make such a move because he believed that as long as he held a fatal weakness over Quentin Grant's head, the man wouldn't dare retaliate. But now, it was clear Quentin was serious. If a fight truly broke out, his men stood no chance against Quentin's team of Men in Black. That was a private security force, the kind only the wealthiest individuals in four countries in the entire world possessed.
"Toby Dalton, did you really think I'd let you continue to do as you please and threaten me and my family? Enough talk. Just be ready."
Quentin Grant hung up, his expression grim.
Toby Dalton had harmed his family time and time again. He couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if he continued to tolerate his actions, only for them to lead to an irreversible tragedy. 'What then?!'
