Luke's expression darkened.
The delegates jumped from their seats in terror. Some rushed behind the sofas, while others hid behind the curtains and tables. One man even crawled beneath the desk, trembling violently.
"We've been ambushed," the man yelled frantically. "The enemy broke through the front security."
Luke immediately rose to his feet. The man in the black suit moved beside him at once, trying to escort him out.
"We need to leave now, sir."
But Luke stopped him abruptly. "Find Max first."
"Sir, your safety comes first."
"I said, find my son." Luke's voice thundered with authority. "I already lost his mother. I won't lose him, either."
The bodyguard clenched his jaw. "We'll secure you first and—"
"No." Luke's eyes turned frighteningly cold. "Bring Max to me."
The man hesitated for only a second before pulling out his phone.
"Find Young Master Max immediately," he ordered sharply. "Secure him and take him to the rear exit."
Only then did Luke finally move.
