Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1196

Greg was locked up all by himself, unable to move. Conner strolled over, sizing up the seemingly ordinary guy. "Who would've thought you're from The Silent Ring? You've been undercover for ages, snagged second place in that national computing contest, and swiped a bunch of state secrets. I've got to hand it to you. But I'm even more impressed that you single-handedly took down over a dozen of The Silent Ring's operatives. Bet your folks would be furious if they found out!"

Greg strained against his ropes, his anger bubbling over. "Don't get too full of yourself, Conner. In this digital era, you're all just ants. Thinking you can take on The Silent Ring? You're dreaming."

Conner nodded, sharing a knowing look with his sidekick. "Well, seems like he's done his research. He even knows who I am."

After a bit of joking around, Conner got a little serious. "My brother lost billions because of you. Sure, that River Dog's loaded, so it didn't hit him too hard, but his wife, she's a real penny-pincher. My brother wanted me to teach y'all a lesson, which would've meant taking you out."

"But then there's my missus, a cop, who wants me to play the good guy. So, taking your life is off the table, leaving me in quite the pickle."

"Boss, just to clarify, Ms. Annie isn't your wife," his buddy pointed out.

"Enough with the nitpicking," Conner snapped. "Fiancée, okay?"

He pretended to mull it over. "The digital world is something, but if you had no hands, would your brain still be of any use?"

Greg's eyes went wide with fear. "What are you planning?"

Conner nodded. "Yeah, let's do that. Someone, chop off his hands."

His sidekick was stunned. "...Boss, you really want to chop them off?"