Inside the spacious and silent office, Alan slumped back into an expensive leather chair, looking worse for wear. His handsome face was pale and bloodless, his head felt heavy, as if a giant stone were pressing down on it. The whole world spun around him, forcing him to close his eyes tightly to suppress the waves of dizziness that surged up.
With difficulty, he groped for the phone on the table before dialing the head bodyguard. His fingers massaged his temples firmly to regain his composure.
"Send someone to watch the front of Kim's company building."
His voice was deep and hoarse, yet still carried an air of authority. "Keep a watch on every entrance and exit 24 hours a day. I'm sure Melda is in there. Don't let even a fly get out, understand!"
The person on the other end responded
