In a dimly lit room miles away, Yohan leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the holographic projections in front of him. Gemini had tapped into the necessary channels to provide him with a live feed of everything unfolding.
He watched as Damian raged in his villa, hurling threats and his phone alike. Every word spoken, every movement caught on camera, was transmitted directly to Yohan. The power plays and desperation on display amused him slightly. It was chaos—a chaos he had orchestrated.
"Gemini," Yohan said, his voice calm yet commanding, "replay the audio from that last call made by Damian ."
"Processing," Gemini replied, its tone flat and precise. Within moments, the conversation replayed Damian's anger, and the cold, calculating tone of the caller filling the room again.
Yohan smirked as the call ended. "So, the great Damian Roth isn't as untouchable as he pretends to be. The man on the other side of the line... it's Kyle Zheng, isn't it?"
