Chapter 62: PANIC 2

Ian opened the message courageously as being a wimp wasn’t going to help anyone. When he opened it and began to read the contents of the message, Ian’s facial expression was very unsightly. As a man in his late sixties, he already was having signs of wrinkles on his face even though he tries his best to maintain himself but at this very moment, the frown on his face was enough to qualify him as an old grandpa. It was unsightly, Ian repeatedly read the message three times with his fists clenched and when he checked for the fourth time that he wasn’t hallucinating, he threw the vase on the floor angrily.  His head was fuming with anger and if he were a smiley, he would be that red smiley on fire. He had never been threatened so shamelessly like this in his life. “How dare you?” he angrily bellowed as his fist hit the mahogany desk that didn’t even shake despite the strength that Ian had used. Because the office was soundproof, the secretary and the assistants didn’t hear a single thing s