One person gasped, "He actually went in? Is he out of his damn mind?"

Another whispered, "Everyone knows the Ackermann brothers—Abel's the calculating one, cold and ruthless. But his little brother Horatio? He's just a brainless brute, a wild animal in human skin. Anyone who crosses him ends up screwed."

"This guy looked smart too… Why the hell would he willingly step into a death trap?"

At that moment, everyone else who had come to Ackermann Pharmaceutical to demand their money stood frozen in disbelief.

A few with darker hearts chuckled to themselves, quietly waiting for Andrew's corpse to be dragged out.

…

The moment Andrew stepped inside, his brows knitted tightly together. A heavy stench of sweat and something even fouler—like rotten flowers and body fluids—hit him square in the face.

So-called "office" or not, Horatio's room looked nothing like a workplace.

At the center sat a giant waterbed with tacky red curtains hanging low around it. In front of the bed lay sc