After forcing the truth out of the host, Aron knew there were still several critical tasks left to accomplish, tasks that needed to be handled with precision before the entire venue descended into uncontrollable chaos. He understood now that Evon's plan was far more serious than a simple disruption. Max's money, their safety, and the balance of power in Notting Hill were all in danger.
But even with everything unraveling around them, a spark of opportunity flickered in Aron's mind.
If handled correctly, this disaster could be turned into a victory for Max.
"I think you understand how serious I am," Aron said calmly, though his eyes were colder than steel. "But in case you're still confused, allow me to make myself crystal clear."
He grabbed the host's trembling hand and pinned it down on the table. Nearby, a half-filled wine bottle sat abandoned. Aron lifted it without hesitation, smashed it against the table's edge, and held the jagged remains up to the light.
