CHAPTER 47

The air grew heavier. The rage burning in his gaze was something no one dared challenge.

"No one—" he continued, stepping forward, "and I mean no one—lays a hand on my son and walks away freely." His voice dropped lower, colder. "This ends now."

A hush fell over the room. The energy shifted from chaotic rage to something more dangerous—something calculated.

"I will use Zane to make a statement."

It wasn't just a declaration. It was a promise. A warning.

Without another word, Robert reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. His fingers moved swiftly, dialing a number without hesitation.

Daniel.

Robert's fingers tightened around his phone as he pressed the call button again. The line rang. Once. Twice. No answer.

His jaw clenched. His breathing was slow but dangerously controlled.

He called again. Still, no response.