Kirito didn't respond. His expression was stoic, but his fingers moved quickly over his phone screen.
He sent a brief text message, his mind racing as he strategized his next move.
Ross and his entourage simply watched, their gazes filled with derision, as if Kirito was the biggest clown they had ever seen.
Unbeknownst to them—or so Kirito thought—he had twenty more men stationed outside, guarding the perimeter.
He planned for them to storm in on his signal, creating chaos that he could use to his advantage.
He wanted to escape with his life at the very least. As for his wife and daughter, he needed to plan better next time he met Ross Oakley.
The plan wasn't flawless, but Kirito hated being cornered, especially after grossly underestimating Ross and his capabilities.
He glanced at the door, waiting. Any second now…
