Jethro looked at the incoming message on his phone. Theophilus had said: ‘I have other matters to attend to. You gentlemen can handle the rest.’
“Director Jethro, is that acceptable?” Dante asked with a wide grin, bowing quickly. He had been hung and beaten earlier, possibly breaking a few bones, and now he looked like a dog.
“You wretched dog! I can’t stand the sight of you! Relying on a woman to help you?” Jethro sneered and kicked Dante, sending him rolling: “Without the Charlie family, you’re just a disabled dog, and you know that?”
Dante’s eyes flashed with malice, and he suddenly laughed coldly, slowly standing up and saying: “Director Jethro is right. I’m just a dog. As you can see, I’m sure I’ll be able to resolve this matter. Once I return to the Charlie family, I’ll start coll
