"Remember to observe him well. Study his style, the way he is speaking and how he approaches," his grandfather had advised in a low, commanding tone.
"Warn him of the trouble he would be facing if he keeps on that rough attitude. Since he has been cooperative until now, he better do the same until the very end."
"But what if he refuses?" Vishal had asked during his briefing, his eyes narrowing.
The old man's expression had hardened, and Pratap had smirked. "Then it's time to crush him. Destroy the ant."
The weight of these words lingered in Vishal's thoughts as he arrived at the grand hotel where he was to meet Evan.
Approaching the entrance, his guards were immediately on high alert, scrambling to secure his safety, while Evan's guards appeared at the doorway, their gestures calm but firm, signaling for Vishal to follow.
As they led him through the sleek, well-furnished corridors, Vishal sized up Evan's team with growing unease.
