Hansel sauntered over to the centre table and whisked off his phone with a creased brow and a racing heart. He felt his heart burning with rage as he dialed the very first number on his call logs. With just a ring, the receiver's voice echoed through.
" All ears boss" Foil mumbled and Hansel roared.
"Go and finish off your job and bring back that ungrateful brat to me– I'll teach him not to overstep his boundaries when I'm being nice"
"Copied – expect a feedback soon" He stated and the line went dead.
Hansel stared with unseeing eyes as he felt his hard work to keep his son close to him nearly escalating into flames and fire as the once obedient boy he remote around stood against him with the appearance of her from his past. The thought of this angered him even more– Delia just came out of his past like spectre of vengeance to haunt and destroy his pride which to him, was so unacceptable and he's not willing to risk just the thinnest to her advantage.