Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

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.

heart hammered against his chest, a chilling sense of dread enveloping him. "What in the

wide

unleashing a group of men who moved with lethal precision. They

tight circle around

the meaning of this?" he growled, his voice echoing with a mix of fear

stepped forward, his gaze as hard as ice, and decisively

process the threat. He was about to

hands clamped down on him, forcing him to the cold, hard ground with brutal

a fatal mistake!" he bellowed, the rage in

desperation.

ruckus quickly lured the

the scar-faced man being restrained, his expression soured, and he growled, "Who the hell

moment, another silhouette detached itself from

palpable as the portly man and the scar-faced man tensed up, but their fury simmered

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you don't even recognize me?" Dustin's voice cut through the chilly air with a

before he hastily composed himself, adopting a fawning grin. "Mr. Wade, to what do I owe the pleasure

nearby, he scurried over to Dustin, bowing deeply, his tone oozing exaggerated deference. "Mr. Wade,

coat pockets, his posture radiating undisguised arrogance. "My concern is

on the