43 True Happiness?

''What do you mean by you were unable to contact him?'' King Khaled threw the ceramic cup in his hand, making the brightly lit room echo with the sound of glass shattering.

His woolly, brown hair that curled to his nape was in a mess together with the big eye bags that hung underneath his eyes.

Huffing and puffing, he gritted his teeth as he kicked the table before him.

''I want all of them dead.'' He screamed, blood rushing to his face.

Owing to sleep deprivation, he had grown thinner, and even his youthful face was now a shadow of his last.

His regal embroidery swept through the ground as he walked closer to Zein.

''I need that damn caller, what do they all take me for? A joker, huh?''

''Your majesty you need to calm down I believe they're on our side,'' Zein muttered, his eyes gazing upward from his bowing position.

Antonio had instructed one of his men in the Arctic continent to call Zein, giving him the details of the covert operation issued by Omar.

After the call, Zein had fall
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