His Belated Love for the Abandoned Ex Wife novel Chapter 300

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“Let’s see how long someone as refined as you can hold out,” Arden growled, gripping Iris by the hair. He jerked his head toward one of his men. “Get me a syringe.”

A blindfold covered Iris‘ eyes, plunging her into darkness.

The fear–the kind she’d fought for years–came flooding back.

She knew every substance on the streets. She’d made it her business to study them.

Once hooked, there was no coming back, not unless you were dead.

Hope drained out of her completely.

Tears seeped through the cloth, dampening her cheeks.

Her consciousness began to waver.

Part of her wished she could just die now and spare herself what was coming.

Arden took the loaded syringe and leaned close. “Last chance, Iris. Fix the more than ten tons of product sitting in my warehouse. Do this, and you’ll‘ be set–money, protection, everything.”

Drowsily, Iris shook her head. Her voice was barely a whisper but clear. “I’d rather die than be part of this.” Then her body went limp.

“You’d refuse a glass only to drink the whole bottle…” Arden muttered through clenched teeth, his chest tight with anger. He positioned the needle against the vein in her neck-

“Boss,” one of his men interrupted nervously. “Someone’s here to see you.”

“Not now.”

“It’s… the head of Veritas Group.”

Arden’s expression hardened. He glanced at Iris, unconscious on the floor, and thrust the syringe baska his man before standing up. “Julian Everhart? You’re sure?”

“Yeah Julian Everhart–the billionaire who runs Veritas. Who doesn’t know him?

Arden snorted. He deals in clean business, I handle the dirty kind Our paths don’t cross Whass by sieing here?

The thug nodded toward Ins “You think it’s about her

Arden’s face turned grum He stared coldly at Iris and spoke dowly cachwood deliberate

much. She either works for me or she dies She’s not leavtog dux roun

So what do we tell Everhart

“Send him away, Arden sand harsidy fellium Im not as attabile

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Finished

Before the words fully left his mouth-

“Bang!”

The door burst open.

A deep, authoritative voice filled the space. “You don’t get to decide whether I’m received or not.”

Arden instinctively drew his pistol, aiming it at Julian as he walked in.

Julian was dressed in a tailored black suit, elegant and composed, yet radiating a frosty, unapproachable authority. Behind him filed more than a dozen suit–clad bodyguards–broad–shouldered, sharp–eyed, moving with the disciplined precision of former special operatives.

Julian didn’t flinch at the sight of the gun.

But when his eyes landed on Iris, curled in the corner, bruised and bloodied, his gaze turned dangerously dark. His jaw tightened, and his hands slowly balled into fists.

“Mr. Solis,” Julian began, his voice controlled but simmering with rage. “You’ve hidden your operation well. It took me two full days to track this place down in the wholesale market.”

Arden forced a cold laugh. “Mr. Everhart. To what do I owe the pleasure? I’m afraid I’m busy today. Take your men and leave. Unless you want to see how trigger–happy I can get.”

Calmly, Julian gestured toward one of his bodyguards.

Arden followed the motion–the man was recording everything on his phone.

Immediately, Arden lowered the gun, though his twisted smile remained. “You’re a legitimate

businessman, Mr. Everhart. We fruit wholesalers have nothing to do with your world. Why bring an army into my office?”

Julian’s eyes never left Iris. “My daughter hasn’t stopped crying for her mother. I didn’t expect to find her here, injured on your floor.”

He started toward Iris.

Arden shot a look to one of his enforcers, who stepped forward, blocking Julian’s path. The man’s hand drifted toward his lower back–where a weapon was tucked.

None of Julian’s guards appeared to be armed. In here, the advantage was Arden’s

Even local PD units didn’t rush into situations like this lightly

“The person you’re looking for isn’t here, Arden stated flatly

Julian beld his temper, weighing the need to get Iris out safely against provoking a drug trafficker in his own den. Keeping his tone even, he replied. “All my men are watching. Mr. Solis Thew phones are recording. You’re a licensed wholesaler. Now that the mother of my child is lying here beaten in your office, you can’t seriously expect me to just walk away

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I said she’s not here. That’s the end of it.” Arden’s cheek twitched.

Finished

Julian’s voice dropped to an icy low. “Then you’ll have to kill all fifteen of us. Otherwise, I’m taking her

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