"Sir." Sheryl immediately stood and greeted Justin respectfully as he entered the room.

"What are you doing here?" Justin's cold gaze swept over her as he strolled leisurely to the couch and sat down.

Sheryl quickly explained, "I received a parcel for you from the administrative secretary half an hour ago. I thought it might be something important, something you wouldn't want too many people to handle. So, I waited for you to return and open it personally."

"A parcel?" Justin frowned.

Why would anyone send him a parcel to Beckett Group, of all places?

How strange.

Sheryl presented the parcel to him with both hands. He took it from her and then opened it right before her. After removing three layers of wrapping, each from outside and inside the box, the parcel turned out to contain only a plain white envelope. His expression darkened. It felt like someone was toying with him.

Then, he looked down and opened the envelope, which contained a stack of photographs. Pinching a corner with his fingers, he pulled the photographs out of the envelope slowly.

In an instant, his eyes widened, and all color drained from his usually composed face.

Sheryl inquired in a concerned voice when she noticed that

growled through

"But, you-"

"I said, get out."

shuddered in fright and scurried out of

outburst had been terrifying-and utterly

one by one. Every single photo

showed a young boy, battered and bloodied, confined in a filthy dog cage. Surrounding the cage were men-laughing, mocking, and mercilessly beating the

them instantly-the five brutal kidnappers who had once followed Gustav's

noble, gentlemanly CEO of Beckett Group had

blurred as his eyes tumed bloodshot. His fists clenched, crushing the photographs into

moment, his phone

words "Private Number" flashed on the screen. A

His voice was

that I wasn't able

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