Outside Dash Corporation building, a luxury sedan sat parked at the curb.

The driver saw Gilbert stumble out, clutching his broken wrist, his face pale with agony. He quickly got out of the vehicle. "Mr. Chandler, what happened to you?"

"Shut the hell up!" Gilbert shouted. "Don't ask stupid questions. Just get me to a hospital. It hurts like hell."

He kicked the driver and climbed into the back seat.

The driver didn't dare say another word. He started the engine and sped toward the nearest hospital.

Gilbert winced and grimaced from the pain. He stared at his broken wrist while rage bubbled inside him.

He pulled out his phone and fumbled with his working fingers to dial a number.

The call was quickly answered, and a calm but slightly annoyed male voice came from the other end.

"Gil? What is it? I'm in a meeting."

"Frederick, someone hit me. My… My wrist is broken," Gilbert cried, his voice cracked with pain and rage.

"What?" His elder brother, Frederick Chandler, raised his