Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 Nothing Will Threaten Your Billion-…

The portly man shot a disdainful glare at the scar–faced man. “You’re utterly worthless. That Collin is nothing more than a

cripple, and Linsey? She’s barely worth the effort. If she’s so eager to throw her life away, why not expedite her departure?”

The scar–faced man’s eyes widened in shock, betraying his alarm. “Boss, are you suggesting…” His voice trailed off as he

mimicked the motion of pulling a trigger. “That we resort to such drastic measures?”

He continued, his voice laced with concern, “But what about the Riley family? What if they retaliate?”

The portly man dismissed the concern with a careless wave of his hand. “Why would the Riley family bother? For all we

know, we might be doing them a service. They could end up thanking me!”

His eyes narrowed calculatingly. “Remember, we’re dealing with a billion–dollar venture here. We can’t afford any slip–ups.

Pull this off, and you’ll see a handsome reward.”

Eyes alight with the promise of wealth, the scar–faced man nodded. “Understood, Boss. I’ll handle it immediately.”

He exited the office, his mind racing with plans for dealing with Linsey and Collin. But as he strategized, a convoy of cars

suddenly lined up outside, their bright headlights slicing through the darkness, nearly blinding him.

His heart hammered against his chest, a chilling sense of dread enveloping him. “What in the world is happening?” he

muttered, eyes wide with apprehension.

Abruptly, a convoy of cars jerked to a halt, unleashing a group of men who moved with lethal precision. They quickly

formed a tight circle around the scar–faced man.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he growled, his voice echoing with a mix of fear and defiance.

The group’s unsmiling leader stepped forward, his gaze as hard as ice, and decisively commanded, “Subdue him.”

Caught off guard, the scar–faced man barely had time to process the threat. He was about to react, perhaps to flee or fight,

when strong hands clamped down on him, forcing him to the cold, hard ground with brutal efficiency.

“Do you have any idea who I am? Touching me is a fatal mistake!” he bellowed, the rage in his voice tinged with

desperation.

The ruckus quickly lured the portly man outside.

The tension was palpable as the portly man and the scar–faced man tensed up, but their fury simmered down when they spotted Dustin approaching with a chilling, knowing smirk.

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Oblivious to the altercation involving the scar–faced man nearby, he scurried over to Dustin, bowing deeply, his tone oozing exaggerated deference. “Mr. Wade, it’s quite chilly out here. Perhaps we could discuss matters indoors?”