At that moment Daniel's words were sharp and direct, but there was weight behind them—weight that came from experience. His eyes didn't flinch as he stared at Raymond, who stood stubborn and burning with a need for revenge.
"I understand you want him to beg," Daniel said, his voice low and serious, "but this isn't some street brawl. This is an execution."
Raymond's jaw clenched. His pride was too loud to back down now. "He humiliated me, Daniel," he growled. "He tore down our name, our status. You expect me to just watch him die quietly?"
Daniel sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Look… you hired me to eliminate a threat, not to run a drama performance. If Zane gets the chance to speak, to even lift his phone or blink wrong, I'm telling you—he's not the one who will end up on his knees."
Mr. Robert, who had been quiet, finally stood up. His voice was heavy. "Raymond… Daniel's right. This isn't about pride anymore. It's about staying alive."
