Chapter 230

The rest of the crowd was petrified, huddled in the shadows, too scared to even breathe too loudly lest they draw Liam's wrath upon themselves.

However, Billie was not like the rest. Even from her hiding spot, she was on her phone, her voice shrill with panic as she called her dad.

"Dad, please! You've got to come now! He's going to kill me! Dad, hurry!"

Billie's body shook with fear, her excess weight jiggling as she watched Samara lying motionless on the floor. Her eyes locked on Liam, terror-stricken, as she tried to bury herself further into the crowd.

The group, trembling in the corner, watched as Billie frantically tried to blend in with them while Liam, radiating deadly intent, advanced on them. The primal urge to survive kicked in and the person beside Billie shoved her away, hurling insults.

"Ah! Billie, stay away, don't you dare get me killed!"

it and get out of here! Leave us out of it! Liam, it's Billie and Samara who messed with

about twenty black sedans

of car doors slamming echoed as a swarm of tough-looking enforcers armed with bats and blades leaped out,

earlier, recognized the man and hobbled over, bowing deeply

other than Billie's father, Quim Wakelin, the notorious kingpin of

and wealth, owning a string of clubs and hotels. Beyond his criminal empire, he was also counted

wrecked hotel lobby, his expression turning stormy

just happened, lighting a fire under Quim's temper. With a commanding

in hand, stormed in with

face was so puffed up that her features were nearly indistinguishable. She lay there, barely hanging on to life. If it were not for the heaving of her chest, someone might have sworn she was a

chorus of angry shouts grew louder outside, coming on strong and

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