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.

sense of dread enveloping him. "What

eyes wide

a group

a tight circle around the scar-faced

of this?" he growled, his voice echoing with

as hard

to process the threat. He was about to react, perhaps to

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

am? Touching me is a fatal mistake!" he bellowed, the rage

desperation.

ruckus quickly lured the

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

detached itself

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

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hasn't it? And now you don't even recognize me?" Dustin's voice cut through the chilly

a fawning grin. "Mr. Wade, to what do

scar-faced man nearby, he scurried over to Dustin, bowing deeply, his tone oozing exaggerated deference. "Mr. Wade, it's

pockets, his posture radiating

on the suburban