Dalton's nails scratched the poker table as a mix of berserk anger and fear built up inside him. Fear ran down his spine like spiders crawling all over his skin.
In an instant, Aiden was behind Mr. Wilson, pressing a knife against his throat. "I will slit your throat if you don't tell your wife to get rid of that poisoned champagne," he threatened.
Mr. Wilson laughed. "My wife will give Maya the flute in a minute if she doesn't hear from me. There's nothing you can do. Thirty seconds have passed. You have just 30 seconds to sign the transfer document, or your beloved Maya will die."
"29, 28," Mr. Wilson began the countdown.
Dalton's hands trembled as he dropped Mr. Wilson's phone onto the poker table, his eyes fixed on the transfer document.
He also has a covert device hidden in his suit to communicate with his security team. They are all around disguised as waiters, but they are too far away to reach Maya quickly.