Dexter sat lazily on the ground, leaning against the wall. "Whoever I am, I'm definitely not your father."
Winston was upset as he felt the urge to shoot at Dexter.
"Mr. Thorpe, we can't kill him for now. He knows too much and is likely one of us. My hunch is that he may even be the president of Crowdstar Group. I propose we deliver him to the Rebels in exchange for our escape."
"We have to get out of here before those poor crazy people outside go on a killing spree," Winston's female secretary promptly intercepted him and said anxiously.
Winston thought for a moment. "You're right."
He had acted too impulsively. "Hand him over to the leader of the Rebels to grant us a chance to leave."
"Mr. Thorpe, in that case, we..." Others were panicking.
"What's the rush? I can only rescue you after I leave," Winston deceitfully responded.
"Then what if you never return? So many others trust you." Dexter sneered, sowing discord.
