Chapter 103

Gwendolyn pursed her lips tight, clutching her cell phone as if it were a lifeline, ready to dial 911 any moment.

The atmosphere around Howard, who sat in his wheelchair, was as dark and chilling as a winter storm. “Cliff, just make sure they remember this night,” he ordered with an icy tone.

“Understood, boss,” Cliff responded.

Cliff, a man with a military build and a certain air of power that suggested a disciplined life didn’t hesitate. He charged into the crowd, snatched up a bottle of Merlot from the nearest table, and smashed it over Jimmy’s head.

Blood blossomed like a gruesome flower.

“Mess with our Miss Jeannie, and you’re done for!” Cliff bellowed.

“Get them, boys!”

Jimmy clutched his bleeding head, bellowing with rage and pain as chaos erupted in the bar.

As bottles crashed to the floor, Gwendolyn seized the opportunity to steady the staggering Jeannie, drunk as a lord.

“Mr. Chadwick, I’ll get Jeannie to the car, then I’m coming back for you!” she said.

“Be careful,” Howard admonished.

“Got it!” With great difficulty, Gwendolyn guided Jeannie toward the exit.

Meanwhile, Cliff was a one–man army. A retired mercenary, his lethal skills were more than a match for the pampered playboys, hollowed out by excess and entitlement.

In no time, Jimmy and his cronies were sprawled on the floor, defeated.

It is just you flexing!” Jimmy spat

was frosty. “Tonight, it’s you who can’t afford

credit card at Jimmy’s face. “Here’s for your hospital bills, in advance.”

to Cliff, and his voice was devoid of warmth. “Keep

“Before or after insurance?”

replied

as the groveling sycophants knelt,

“We messed up!”

have

kill

knelt in a row,

boot met their backsides with a forceful kick. “Spineless, all of you!

boss?”

up until I say stop.” Let him have a taste of his own medicine. “Since you’re so keen

of liver as he realized what would

backing me up! You

still defiant, but his companions had

Jimmy! It’s about survival, bro!”

forced us. We had no

to die. Just take

was stripped bare, not even

at his skin.

if he was about to throw up his Thanksgiving

dinner.

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