“It’s him!” Echo Cinco-Sais yelled as his eyes glared at the phone in the boss’ hand. “Consigliere Wilson! He’s the one who stole your gems, Alpha!” the mafioso’s confidence drastically has risen, exclaiming at the boss with the consigliere’s name. His body wiggled from hanging in the surface with his hands tightly tied.
While the façade of Adam darkened along with his brows drawing in one line as well as his eyes squinting sharply.
“He dropped the bomb, I suppose.” The voice from the other line rang in Adam’s ear, which was followed with a maniacal laughter that ensued the silent basement after such remarks. “I’m sorry, My Boss, that was just utterly funny to me. I mean, I guessed it right, right?” in jovial manner, Wilson’s playful voice surfaced again.
The trace of laughter is still
