Chapter 131 Furious Huxley

• Lachlan's small eyes suddenly bulged wide as he stiffened, his voice trembling. “W-What number did you say?”
• “It's private line no. 1!” the server repeated loudly.
• A deafening ring echoed in Lachlan's ears. His face drained of color, a mask of sheer terror overtaking him. Without a second thought, he bolted, sprinting toward the edge of the rooftop. In a desperate leap, he hurled himself off the five-story building, diving headlong in the direction where he had flung the phone.