Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 185

**Ruined, completely ruined?**

The head of security felt his knees buckle slightly. He swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. "Isn't this... a bit inappropriate? They are, after all, the chairman and his wife of The Linwood Group..."

Before he could finish, the driver cast a cold glance his way, sharp and icy as a dagger, sending chills down the head of security's spine.

Realizing his misstep, he quickly clammed up.

It was said that Heir Foster of Northcrest City was ruthless, but who knew even a mere driver would exude such an intimidating aura?

Just moments ago, he had watched this same driver tenderly adjusting Claire’s gown and thought he seemed approachable.

How wrong he was; this man was as cold and unfeeling as they came.

The head of security silently cursed his own poor judgment. He should never have let Nathan Adah in so easily.

Though The Linwood Group had its own influence, it was no match for Foster & Co.

The power of Foster & Co. was undeniable, and even prestigious families like The Linwood Group sought their favor. How could someone as insignificant as a security guard dare to offend them?

But he couldn't be entirely blamed. Nathan had offered a substantial amount—ten thousand dollars right off the bat.

First, it was the allure of the money.

Second, given the number of guests, he figured sneaking the couple from The Linwood Group in wouldn't be noticed by the Foster family, who surely wouldn't miss an invitation or two.

In hindsight, he realized he had shot himself in the foot.

If he didn't comply, he had no doubt that this driver could make him disappear without a trace.

Weighing his options, the head of security signaled his team to drag Nathan Adah into a dark alley.

Soon, the alley echoed with blood-curdling screams.

The driver stood at the entrance, listening to the screams with a calm indifference, as if he had done this countless times before.

He lit a cigarette, smoking in silence.

Once the cigarette was finished, the screams ceased.

The head of security emerged, seeing the driver still standing there calmly.

He felt a wave of relief, thankful he hadn’t tried to double-cross him.

Quickly discarding the bloodstained club, he approached the driver, "It’s done, just as you ordered."

The driver nodded, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground and stamping it out.