In the car, Alex waited uncertainly. Dante still hadn’t called him, so he was worried. Was everything okay?

He held his cell phone uncertainly. After some consideration, he finally decided to call him. The phone rang for a long time, but Dante didn’t answer.

“Ah, too long. I’d rather go up to the penthouse,” he muttered.

Finally, Alex grabbed the gun from the dashboard and exited the car. He had to carry a weapon, just in case. After that, he hurried up to the penthouse.

Arriving at the penthouse floor, Alex pressed the bell several times. Unfortunately, no one would open the door for him. He sighed and barged in...