It was already midnight. Robert, consumed by a white-hot rage, stormed into his mansion. Steven get outside from car, watched Robert furious to inside, then slipped silently into a secluded restroom.
He picked up the phone and called Gabriel Cir. "Hello, Sir. As you said, the plan is perfectly set and going well," Steven reported, a cold smile forming on his face.
"Yes, yes," Gabriel Cir's voice sneered. "The Stuar family doesn't need trapping by others; they will fall by themselves. Now, listen: you need to ensure Robert's usual spare handgun is swapped for his Stuar family-registered gun. That is the most important piece of evidence."
"Yes, Sir, I already knew this. Don't worry," Steven confirmed, ending the call with a violent, satisfied smirk.
Inside Robert roared through the main hall. "Dad! Dad!"
Nova rushed to him. "Robert, what's happening, dear? Why are you so angry?"
