Mr. Sokolov turned to his men. "What the hell are you idiots waiting for? Go after them now! Better not let them escape or you're all fired."
They all nodded eagerly and rushed towards the stairs.
As Mr. Sokolov walked down the stairs, he caught sight of his son hurrying up. Damien was muttering a few words, his body shaking like someone who had just seen a ghost.
He halted when he saw his father. The look on his face was enough to tell him that he was in so much trouble. "Father—" he tried to speak, but Mr. Sokolov grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
"You useless piece of shit! You can never do anything right, can you?" Mr. Sokolov growled, glaring at his son. He was so angry that he felt the urge to tear his son to pieces right there.
