Chapter 95

Alton squinted as he opened the list and read out name after name, "Rolando Charles, Peter Bowman…" It was like a roll call from the Book of the Dead, sending shivers down the spines of those who were being called. A layer of cold sweat was formed on their foreheads. Norman, the brawny chauffeur, was standing aside. He seemed as if he was ready to act at any moment. The vast banquet hall was reduced to just a handful of people in no time. The air grew thick with tension. Alton closed the list with his chubby face beaming as he said, "Mr. Welsh, they're all here."' "Good." Steven's gaze shifted to a corner of the banquet hall. "Henry, come over and identify them." Henry clenched his fists, his eyes reddening with emotion. "Yes! Steven, I knew you wouldn't forget me!" He looked like a mess as he alternated between laughing and crying with his hand still bandaged and his face bruised and swollen. "Are these the ones who attacked you?" Steven asked. Henry nodded vigorously. "Yes!