Rafael clenched his fist, staring fiercely at his reflection in the glass mirror.

Assistant Abel hadn't received a reply for a long time, so he asked hurriedly, "Sir, what should we do next?"

"Throw him out to the outskirts, let him fend for himself," Rafael replied.

Abel quickly reminded Rafael, "Sir, this is Qeaslouver, not our territory."

Rafael's fist tightened even more, his gaze darkening as if it could drip water.

"Then let him suffer a few more days and learn to keep his mouth shut before letting him go!"

"Yes, sir."

Rafael put down his phone, feeling unsettled.

He turned to look at Eileen, who was eating her meal...