Diego's POV

My dad quickly grabbed the phone from my hands and turned it off. His behaviour was unusual at that moment.

“Just a syndicate seeking my help,” my dad replied casually.

“Low-class syndicates like them—why do you bother helping them?” I asked. We had nothing to do with syndicates lower than ours because they gave us a bad reputation.

“It's just this once; he needed my help. Don't bother about it,” he said and hurriedly went inside his house. It didn't matter to ...