He poured another glass of brandy and removed his necktie and unbuttoned two of his shirt's buttons. It could be the necktie that was making the air of the hotel room suffocating or the fact that when he came back and until now, Lilly wasn't back.
He tried calling Markus's number multiple times but his phone was out of reach.
"Where the hell are you?" His jaws made a cracking sound with how hard he clenched them before downing the glass of brandy.
He is royally pissed. And he could swear with his anger that he would not think twice to kill a friend if something bad happened to his wife.
