"Glad to hear you know your place," Jonathan's expression darkened as he glared at the men before him, his voice low and icy.
"A starving camel is still bigger than a horse.
Dealing with Sinclair requires careful consideration, but as for you lot—"
Jonathan narrowed his eyes, took a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhaled slowly.
"—I don't need to hold back."
The men immediately broke into a cold sweat, their breaths shallow as they grasped his meaning.
Knowing that pushing too far could backfire, Jonathan softened his tone after the warning.
"There's still no concrete news from Sinclair's side.
The situation remains uncertain,"
His pupils darkened, his voice laced with a chilling edge.
"What we need now is a solid plan to break this deadlock."
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right, sir," A gaunt man spoke up first, breaking the tension.
The others nodded eagerly, and one of them ventured, "Sir, the other family heads who
