Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 1191

The icy chill and lethal intent radiating from Julien's eyes sent a shiver down Dallin's spine. It was clear to him that Julien's threats were far from empty.

Julien meant business.

If he ever discovered that Dallin had lied to him, he wouldn't hesitate to take Dallin's life.

Dallin was fearless in his youth.

But as he aged and witnessed the mortality of those around him, his courage faded, replaced by a growing dread of death.

With each passing year, his fear of death intensified.

His elevated status only amplified this fear.

Death would mean losing everything. He could no longer enjoy the benefits of his status as the head of the Sullivan family and his wealth. They would inevitably end up in the hands of his relatives.

He couldn't bear the thought of such an outcome. He yearned to remain the head of the Sullivan family and to wield their wealth and influence until his dying day.

He would not allow himself to die early.

To quell his mounting fear, Dallin averted his gaze from Julien's murderous stare.

"Julien, you have my word. I've assured you time and again that I have no intention of deceiving you. You can trust me with the letter of understanding, and I promise to deliver the heirloom to you."

Pursing his lips into a thin line, Julien remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. "By five o'clock this afternoon, I will send someone over. After Greta is released, you'd better keep her in check. If she dares to lay a finger on my woman again, it won't be this simple."

"I will restrain her," Dallin replied, forcing a smile at Julien.

Having achieved his objective, Julien saw no reason to linger. He slipped his hands into his pockets and made his exit.

Zach followed him out.

They had barely taken a few steps when Dallin's voice echoed from behind them.

"Julien, I've kept the assault on me under wraps. The outside world remains unknown to my situation. If you were able to uncover it so swiftly, it means that you've been spying on me," Dallin stated with a gloomy voice.

Julien halted in his tracks, prompting his assistant to do the same.

"So what? Are you trying to hold me accountable?" Julien snorted without looking back.

A flicker of resentment flashed in Dallin's eyes, but it vanished almost instantly. "Of course not, Julien. You must be joking. In Port City, who would dare to cross you directly? That would be a death wish. I merely wanted to inquire if your informants, who have been keeping tabs on me, managed to identify those who assaulted me."

"Oh?" Julien raised an eyebrow and turned to face Dallin with a smirk. "So, you're hoping to extract the identities of your assailants from me?"

Dallin's fists tightened beneath the blanket. "Yes."

"You found the wrong person," Julien sneered. "What ties do you and I share? You won't get any information from me, so don't bother. On the contrary, I'll aid those people in covering their tracks. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. So, why don't you just give up?"

With that, he turned around and left the ward.

Dallin's face flushed and his chest heaved with anger.