Kelvin's voice roared through the hall with venom.
"That wristwatch wasn't some cheap display piece,"
He barked, his chest heaving.
"It was a limited edition, one-of-one, flown in directly from Switzerland. It cost me over five hundred million naira!"
Gasps echoed across the room. Even those who had kept quiet now stirred in disbelief.
"Do you hear me, Zane?" Kelvin sneered. "That's not just a watch. That's history, that's legacy—that's power. And now it's gone because of you."
Zane didn't flinch.
"You either pay for it—now—or the authorities take over from here," Kelvin said, pointing at him. "And when they do, there'll be nothing you can say or do to stop what's coming."
The room grew colder.
Tension wrapped around the guests like chains.
Emma's eyes widened. She stared at Zane, torn between panic and confusion, unsure of what choice he would make next. But Zane simply stood still—like a mountain refusing to bow to the storm.
