Mr. Lee's hands trembled as he unlocked his phone. He glanced at Dominic, who lounged on the sofa, smoking casually, the remote turning slowly between his fingers. Then his gaze flicked to his son, who was still kneeling.
"What are you looking at?" Dominic asked lazily. "Call him. Or I'll press the button."
"Dad," Jiang screamed. "Call him. Don't waste time, or he will really blow us up."
"No, no…" Mr. Lee cried out. "I'll call."
Looking at his trembling form, Dominic felt irritated. "You fool," he muttered. "Take a breath. Don't let him suspect anything."
His warning tone echoed inside the room.
Jiang's forehead dripped with sweat. He looked at his father helplessly. "Be careful, Dad. Marco shouldn't know."
Mr. Lee swallowed the lump in his throat and then took a deep breath. He grasped the phone tighter than necessary as he dialed Marco.
The line connected.
"Hello?" he said, forcing his voice steady. "Can we meet? It's urgent."
