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.

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

he issued his command. “Throw

“Yes, sir.”

is murder. The CEO of Nichols

person. In Seamar City, where corruption and intrigue were the norm, Stanley was nothing

hoisted Stanley high before turning

“Now?”

“Now”

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

find this place so quickly. He narrowed

“Stanley still has some use.

with cruelty. “A thankless wretch like him is useless. Better

not to kill,”

closed in, creating an overwhelming