Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 583

She was going to find out which of her enemies had such accurate intel and dared to make a move on her.

Jimmie, his eyes wide with fury, struggled against his restraints until the tape over his mouth finally tore open. “Do you have any idea whose territory you’re on?”

The men in black exchanged confused glances. Of course, they knew. This was Mr. Schwartz’s turf.

“What?” The leader chuckled. “Don’t tell me you know Shanley Schwartz.”

Jimmie’s eyes widened. The man had guessed correctly. “That’s right,” he shot back, his voice cold. “You’d better let us go right now, or else—”

Before he could finish, his mouth was taped shut again. The leader rolled his eyes. Knew Mr. Schwartz? He might as well have claimed to know God himself.

Five minutes later, Felton and Flint arrived at the door, panting and out of breath.

“Sirs! Where’s the boss?” the squad leader asked, eager to report his success. “The targets are inside. I’ve got them completely under control.”

Felton and Flint’s faces twitched.

“O-open the door!” Flint stammered, his words tumbling out in a panic. “Let… let them all go!”

“What?” The leader’s smile froze. He thought he’d misheard. After all the trouble they went through to catch them, they were just going to let them go? Especially Ebony Fox. She was a formidable fighter. If it hadn't been for her three companions to use as leverage, they might not have been able to capture her alive.

“I said let them go!” Flint kicked the man in the rear, his expression grim as he swore under his breath. “We got the wrong people! Those are the boss’s future in-laws!”

Boss? Ebony Fox froze for a second, and then it all clicked. The mastermind behind her capture… was Shanley?

Jimmie, Harold, and Melvin looked from the guilty-looking assassins to the sweat-drenched Shanley, and they too understood what had happened.

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Later, in a private room at a high-end restaurant, Jimmie, Harold, Melvin, Juniper, and Ebony Fox sat on one long sofa. Shanley sat alone on the opposite side, his hands resting on his knees. He looked awkward and restless, with beads of sweat dotting his forehead. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to begin, especially with Ebony Fox glaring at him as if she wanted to kill him.

Shanley threw a desperate, pleading look at the three brothers.

Jimmie stared at the wall to his left. Harold examined the ceiling to his right. Melvin pretended to be fascinated by the floor. No one was going to help him. Their faces all said the same thing: Let’s watch the show.