Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 He Was

Doomed

“We’re just small–time thugs, used to hassling local businesses and brawling… We wouldn’t dare cross the Wall Group.”

“We’re truly innocent… Please, show us some mercy…”

The leader pleaded, his face bruised and swollen beneath bandaged wraps, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Known on the streets as “Scarface,” he had a reputation for his arrogance and for bullying the weak.

Today, however, he faced a grave reversal of fortune.

He never envisioned such a dire predicament.

“Still acting tough, huh?” Samuel sneered, his impatience evident.

He nodded to the bodyguards.

“Continue until they confess.”

“Understood, Mr. Ford,” the bodyguards replied in unison, their strikes resonating through the air.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Ah…”

Groans of pain and the sound of blunt force filled the factory, a chilling symphony.

The thugs were battered severely, their features almost unrecognizable.

“I’ll talk… we were paid to trash Sadie Hudson’s studio…”

“Yeah, it was just for the money… we don’t even know who Sadie Hudson is…”

“Please… spare us… It won’t happen again…”

Under severe duress, the thugs capitulated, pleading for mercy.

“Who hired you?” Samuel’s tone was icy as he narrowed his eyes.

“It was…” Scarface began, then hesitated, his eyes widening with fear.

He clammed up, terrified.

Speaking that person’s name meant not only his death but danger to his family as well.

He knew the person’s cruelty firsthand–a ruthlessness far exceeding the pain inflicted now.

“Speak! Who sent you?”

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Seeing Scarface hesitate, Samuel grew even more certain of a larger conspiracy at play,

He stepped forward, seized Scarface by the collar, and hoisted him off the ground, demanding fiercely, “Talk now! Or it ends here for you!”

“I… I…” Scarface shivered, his complexion ghostly. He opened his mouth but failed to speak the name.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, the factory door burst open with a resounding crash, jolting everyone inside.

A tall, imposing figure appeared in the doorway, outlined against the backlight.

He wore a black shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top to reveal a glimpse of his collarbone and muscular chest.

His expression was steely and detached.

“Mr. Wall?” Samuel was taken aback by Noah’s unexpected arrival.

He had not anticipated Noah would come himself.

“Mr. Wall, what are you doing here?” Samuel approached quickly, his tone deferential.

“Have they spoken yet?”

Noah disregarded Samuel’s question, his gaze fixed on the subdued thugs.

“Well…”