"Robert…Robert…Robert. I will repeat myself again. I'm not like your wimpy son-in-law. I'm not going to be soft with you even if I like your lovely daughter —"
"Fuck you!"
Robert scream at Markus' face, spraying his disgusting saliva on the air
Markus had anticipated his actions and stepped back right on time.
Behind the one way mirror, he surveyed Robert's hands tied behind a chair like a common criminal stripped of his legal rights.
Markus didn't play around the moment his men brought Robert into the room.
They dragged him by his back collar and dumped him onto the chair and tied him up.
It took Robert a full ten minutes before he got his bearings and realized his predicament and started shouting explicities to Markus who was sitting at the corner.
Markus strategically placed himself in the shadow where Robert could only see a side profile of his face.
But it was enough to put fear in his father-in-law's heart. He tried to hide it with expletives but failed.
