Cavendi's face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
An overwhelming fear gripped him, far exceeding his previous anger and humiliation.
This was no longer a matter of negotiation breakdown; this was blatant humiliation of the Supreme Leader! On the opponent's turf, being directly exposed by their intelligence chief! He felt the death knell of his diplomatic career had sounded, and even... it might be a luxury to leave Mexico safely. He opened his mouth, unable to produce any sound, leaving only heavy and desperate breaths.
Casare seemed not to notice his loss of composure, still smiling amiably, even "considerately" patting Cavendi's icy and stiff shoulder, applying just enough force to make Cavendi stagger:
