Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2203

I'm going to spend the rest of my life in jail? I rather die than stay imprisoned like that! The woman had considered ending her life on more than one occasion when she was in prison. Regaining freedom was the only thought that kept her going.

If she were to get sent back to jail without any hope of being released again, she feared that she would not last very long.

“Please, Mr. Hudson! Don't send me back there. I... I can't go back to prison. I just can't,” pleaded the woman.

“I don't see how begging me is going to help you. The only person that can help you now is yourself,” responded Harry.

When the middle-aged woman heard that, she immediately knew what Harry wanted her to do. “Okay, I understand. Yes, I do... I do know this man.”

You b*tch! If Harry weren't around, Three-handed would have grabbed the woman by the neck and choked her to death right then and there.

“What do you have to say for yourself now, Three-handed?” questioned Harry.

The burly man then smiled awkwardly at Harry before replying, “Now that I think about it, I realize I do recognize this woman, Mr. Hudson. She was begging on the streets when I passed by her a few days ago. I thought she was rather pitiful, so I decided to give her some money. It's not against the law to show someone kindness, is it?”

“Cut the bullsh*t, Three-handed! Now tell me why you tried to frame First Bloom Apparel,” ordered Harry. “Is this personal, or did somebody ask you to do it?”

Three-handed knew he could hide the truth from Harry no longer, so he decided to deal with the situation head-on. “Why do you care about First Bloom Apparel so much, Mr. Hudson? Are they friends of yours? Or maybe relatives?”

In response, Harry shook his head. “They're neither my friends nor my relatives. I'm just doing my job.”

“I see. Then this shouldn't be too complicated,” commented Three-handed, who was convinced that Harry simply came up with an excuse to extort more money from him.

Hence, the man quickly pulled out a bank card and handed it to Harry. “Here's a token of my gratitude, Mr. Hudson. It's not much, but I hope you'll gladly accept it.”

“Are you trying to bribe a public official, Three-handed? I can hold you legally responsible for that, you know?” sneered Harry after glancing at the card. “You better put your filthy card away before I charge you for bribery.”

Huh? Then why is he here? I don't understand. Three-handed was stunned when he realized that he was wrong about Harry's motivation.

“I know you only did what you did because someone instructed you, so tell me who they are, Three-handed,” demanded Harry.

“Mr. Hudson, you said that you don't know those people at First Bloom Apparel, but I don't believe you. After all, you're here because of them. Tell them to name a price, and if I can afford it, you can be sure that they'll get the money,” promised Three-handed with a grim expression.

“Let me repeat myself. I'm here today because of my duty, so if you don't tell me what I want to know, I'm afraid this is going to be a very long day for you.”

Three-handed took a deep breath after hearing Harry. “Mr. Hudson, let me remind you something. If my superior decided to get involved because of your actions, I promise you that you will regret it.”

Harry could not help but be amused by the man's warning. Does this lowlife think he can threaten me? What a joke! I eat thugs like him for breakfast. Not to mention the fact I have Dragon Master backing me. ”I need to know who instructed you. If you refuse to cooperate with me, I can promise you that you and everyone who's associated with you, including your family, will be sent to prison. Not one of you will get to leave until you tell me what I want to hear.”

Three-handed remained dead silent for a while as he stared at the stern-looking Harry, for he was well aware of the seriousness of his situation.

Then, the man took another deep breath to recollect himself. “Fine, I'll tell you. But you have to promise me that you'll leave us alone and that you'll tell no one that I spilled the beans.”