Immediately processing what his uncle just said, Benedict was taken aback. His whole body stiffened as if the words had frozen his spine. It felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head. His brain struggled to make sense of what he was hearing.
What does he mean by "death upon them"?
What does he mean by "just three hours"?
Why was everyone acting like the world was about to end?
His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. His mind was spinning too fast to form a sentence. Then, like thunder rolling in from nowhere, his brother's voice came crashing through the phone.
"You are a dead man if I land my eyes on you!" his brother roared, his voice filled with burning rage and fury.
"You really want to tarnish my career? You really want to spoil my career? You want me to lose this perfect opportunity—this career path I've been working so hard to grow?"
Benedict's throat tightened. He could barely breathe, barely blink.
