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 roared to life, the sound of grinding metal filling the air as the phone was reduced to nothing

as he issued his command.

“Yes, sir.”

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

person. In Seamar City, where corruption and intrigue were the norm, Stanley was

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

quickly. He narrowed his eyes

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

like him is

said not to kill,” Marion

immediately closed in, creating an