My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 177

Seraphina placed her phone on the nightstand and settled back into the pillows.

Little Bean's curious voice echoed from her womb. "Mommy, what do you think Zelda is doing right now?"

"She's probably going crazy trying to figure out if her little hit squad actually managed to grab me," Seraphina replied dryly.

Hearing this, Little Bean huffed. "That sounds exactly like something she would do. She's just pure evil."

Seraphina couldn't agree more.

At that exact moment, down in the Southside District.

Brody sat in the smoky, rundown backroom of The Crimson Den.

Q stood before him, the entire left side of his face swollen shut, fresh blood still tacky at the corner of his mouth.

It was painfully obvious he had been on the wrong end of a brutal interrogation.

He had just been cut loose by Frank's men.

Brody eyed his battered subordinate. "What did they do? What did they ask?"

Q's voice was muffled through his busted lip. "They took my phone. That guy Frank, the one who works for Lucian, he went straight through my call logs."

Brody's hand paused as he went to ash his cigarette. "What else did he say?"

Q swallowed hard, wincing at the pain. "He said... he said Mr. Langford knows exactly what you've been up to, Boss. He knows who hired you. And he said he's putting this debt on your tab for now."

Brody didn't say a word.

Q stood frozen in place, too terrified to even breathe too loudly.

After a suffocating silence, Brody finally dismissed him. "Get out of here."

Relieved to be spared any further wrath, Q practically scrambled out of the room.

Brody had heard the terrifying rumors surrounding Lucian Langford's methods. Despite running the Southside streets for years, even he harbored a deep-seated dread when it came to the billionaire.

Lucian knew exactly what he had tried to pull, yet he hadn't made a single move to retaliate.

To a seasoned street boss like Brody, that eerie silence was the most terrifying threat of all.

He took another long pull of his beer.

His phone buzzed on the table.

He glanced down. It was a text from Zelda.

"Is it done?"

Brody stared at those three words for several agonizing seconds, utterly ignoring the message.

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