Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 181 Morgan Arrived

Because Morgan frequented the barbecue stall to eat, the stall owner recognized Morgan’s voice.

Denver sneered, “Compensate? In your dreams! Today, I’m determined to get this kid into the police station, to give him a taste of reality… Ahh!”

Emrys picked up another skewer and thrust it into Denver’s palm. Blood gushed out, a sight so shocking it made one’s heart skip a beat!

Chandler sneered, “Yes, this isn’t about compensation!”

The stall owner was helpless, thinking to himself that those two individuals were incredibly audacious. After such a commotion, he feared that his barbecue stall might not be able to continue operating. However, after all, they were trying to help him, so naturally, he couldn’t really blame them for anything.

In no time at all, two police cars came screeching to a halt in front of the barbecue stall. A few imposing officers stepped out, led by none other than the district chief, Morgan.

Upon seeing Morgan, Denver immediately cried out in excitement, “Uncle Morgan, hurry! Please save me! My hand is about to give out!”

When Morgan saw his nephew’s hand still nailed to the table, blood pooling on the floor, his anger surged uncontrollably. He swiftly approached Emrys, police baton in hand, his face dark with fury. “Brat, release my nephew immediately. Are you seeking death?”

as Morgan was about to stand up for his nephew, he suddenly heard a cold snort from the side.

in that direction, but the very next second, he was nearly scared out of his

he was so frightened that he shuddered, his face turning deathly

the word “governor,” the onlookers around, including the barbecue stall owner,

the imposing middle–aged man to be the governor as

too hard

rushed up and grabbed Denver, shouting in anger, “D“mn it! You’ve ruined

by the relevant authorities. As for Denver and his group, they were naturally apprehended as well and

and walking on the street outside, Chandler was still

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Chapter 181 Morgan Arrived

the nephew of a district chiet

“It’s not melodramatic. Instead, it’s because you, Mr. York, hold a high position. Thus, what you see during your inspections is only what those below you

beneath many a glamorous facade, lurk deeds so despicable they would

cold as he said, “It seems I need

was well worth

Emrys headed back toward Cultural Palace, as his bicycle was still