shuhaige
Chapter 220
Tabitha's attempt to shut the door was futile. With one swift kick, Lance swung the door open and sent her sprawling to the floor with a yelp of pain.
Behind her, Howell and Shawn instinctively tried to make a run for it, but Lance's men were quicker. Within seconds, the two were pinned face-first onto the floor, their arms painfully twisted behind their backs. Lance sauntered in, his gait uneven due to the injury that had left him with a permanent limp. He glared at Shawn, who lay trembling on the ground.
"You still think you can outrun me, huh?" Lance's voice was laced with malice. "Go on. Give it another try!"
His boot connected with Shawn's shin in a brutal kick, earning a howl of pain.
"Mr. Thompson, please! Just a little more time and I swear I'll have the money!" Shawn begged, his face smeared with tears and snot.
Lance plopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. His eyes wandered to the small cake on the table. He picked up a fork, scooped a bite, and popped it into his mouth.
The bitterness hit immediately.
"What the hell is this? Stale cake?" Lance muttered, smacking his lips in distaste.
Howell and Shawn exchanged nervous glances, both swallowing hard.
Unbeknownst to Lance, the cake was heavily laced with sedatives and was intended for Felicia. And now, with just one bite, Lance began to feel the effects.
"Mr. Thompson? Are you okay?" One of his men noticed the boss swaying slightly and rushed to his side.
"I'm fine," Lance muttered, shaking his head in an effort to stay alert. He managed to stave off unconsciousness but was left fuming. "Give all of them a good beating! But don't kill them yet."Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
His men sprang into action, their
fists and boots flying at Howell, Shawn and Tabitha. The room erupted in chaos as the three eried and screamed under the relentless assault.
Lance leaned back on the couch, trying to regain his composure. His gaze landed on the knife tucked beneath the table as his strength returned.
"Well..." Lance said, pulling out the blade and holding it up to the light. "You even brought me a toy. How thoughtful."
The sinister grin spread across his face sent chills through Shawn, whose pupils dilated in terror.
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Brody, the Fuller family's driver, approached the door to Mina's hospital ward only to be greeted by the sound of her furious yelling.
The door flew open, and a bag of fruit tumbled out, nearly hitting Brody, who quickly stepped aside.
One of Dexter's bodyguards stood
stiffly inside the ward, his expression cold and unyielding. Dexter had sent him to deliver a token of goodwilf given that Ruben had been a longtime employee. However, Mina was having none of it.
The bodyguard snapped, "I'm warning you! This is a gesture of kindness from Mr. Fuller. Don't be ungrateful. Your husband's death wasn't his fault, and he's already compensated for your loss with a replacement vehicle. What more do you want?"
Mina's chest heaved with suppressed rage.
"Not his fault?" she finally choked out, her voice trembling with fury. "If it weren't for his daughter, Ruben wouldn't be dead!"
The ward fell silent.
Brody cautiously stepped inside, but his heart sank when he saw the devastation on Mina's face.
She wasn't wrong. If Dexter and Myra hadn't indulged Kayla so excessively and hadn't allowed her to become so reckless and entitled, none of this would've happened.