Gil threw his phone at the glass table, making the sound of shattering glass echo through the room. Several people who were not far from him turned their heads and looked at him in fear. He ruffled his hair, his anger mounting at the words he had just heard from Gruvv. His teeth grinding.
"Damn it! You said he loves my son so much and would do anything for him?!" He turned to a man with slightly wavy blond hair, who was smoking a cigarette and looking at Gil with a smile. He sat with his legs crossed, tapping his fingertips on his knees. Not caring that some of his subordinates had now come to clean up the broken glass caused by Gil.
"Relax, why are you so emotional? Are you afraid you'll go to jail? Oh, Gil, you've been doing this for so long!" The man laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
