At that moment, Demian, feeling full of pride, reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulled out his phone.
He held it up in front of everyone and smirked as he said,
"Since you're so confident, let's just end this here."
Without wasting a second, he pressed the call button and switched the phone to loudspeaker mode for the entire room to hear.
The line rang once, Twice, Three times, everyone held their breath.
Some of the guests shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Others leaned in closer, curious to hear what was about to unfold.
Finally—on the third ring—the call connected.
A man's voice, deep and lazy, came through the speaker.
It was Demian's elder brother.
"Yo, Demian," the voice said, sounding half-distracted. "What's up? Why you calling?"
Demian straightened his shoulders proudly and shot Jerry a smug look.
He spoke into the phone with a cocky tone.
"Big bro, remember that contract I asked you to help me with two days ago?"
