Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 317

Juan sat across from Stanley, his face shrouded in the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned factory. The atmosphere was thick with danger and unesse, the silence broken only by the muffled pleas of Stanley, his words. mothered by the tape across his mouth.

Juan gave Joe a nod, and the latter stepped forward, ripping the tape off Stanley's mouth.

"Help! Help!" Stanley screamed, but there was no response, only the cold echo of his own desperation.

Joe reminded him, "We're out in the suburbs, and it's midnight. No one will come to your rescue, and no one will hear you.

"What do you want? Juan, I helped you. How can you turn on me like this?" Stanley snapped.

Juan ignored his childish outburst. Joe swiftly took Stanley's phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Juan.

Juan scrolled through the photos in the album, his gaze growing colder with each passing second. Finally, he reached over, opened a nearby shredder, and tossed the phone inside. The shredder roared to life, the sound of grinding metal filling the air as the phone was reduced to nothing more than shattered remnants.

was icy cold as he issued his

"Yes, sir."

a vice. "Are you insane? This is murder. The CEO of Nichols Group wants to kill

corruption and intrigue were the norm, Stanley was nothing compared to the struggles and conflicts he was familiar with. Quick and efficient, Joe hoisted Stanley high before turning

"Now?"

"Now"

to let go of the rope, a sudden echo of applause filled the factory. Juan turned to see Marion striding in, his subordinates flanking him. Their

place so quickly. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Marion, are you trying to stop

composed. "Stanley still has some use. Debra

voice dripped with cruelty. "A thankless wretch like him is useless. Better to

to kill,"

creating

and the shredder ground to a halt. Stanley was scared out of his pants. He clung desperately