"This, this!"
Park Guochang looked at the phone in disbelief, then at the study door.
For a moment, he couldn't tell which one was real—outside the study or on the phone?
One side must surely be lying, and Park Guochang dared not gamble, because if he lost, he might end up in mortal danger.
He hurriedly took out his cellphone to call his bodyguards, intending to have them come quickly to rescue him.
But all he heard on the other end was a busy signal; he just couldn't get through.
A bad premonition surged in Park Guochang's heart; he had employed these bodyguards for so long without anything like this ever happening.
Logically, as a professional bodyguard, one should ensure that their phone is reachable by their employer 24/7, preventing any call from leaking.
But now... something was increasingly amiss.
"Mr. Pu, won't you answer Mr. Jackson's call?"
"Don't believe it. The moment you open the door, the person outside will kill you."
