My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

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.

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

as he issued

“Yes, sir.”

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

anyone. in person. In Seamar City, where corruption and intrigue were the norm, Stanley was nothing compared to the struggles and conflicts

Joe hoisted Stanley high before turning

“Now?”

“Now”

Joe prepared to let go of the rope, a sudden echo of applause filled the factory.

this place so quickly. He narrowed his eyes

remained composed. “Stanley still has some use. Debra said not to

cruelty. “A thankless wretch like

not to kill,” Marion

in, creating an overwhelming sense of