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!"

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

fleet of about twenty black sedans rolled up to

enforcers armed with bats and blades leaped out, each one exuding menace. A middle-aged man in a gray suit led them,

had been knocked around earlier, recognized the man and hobbled over, bowing deeply and exclaiming with a

father, Quim Wakelin, the notorious kingpin of

wealth, owning a string of clubs and hotels. Beyond

happened here?" Quim surveyed the wrecked hotel lobby, his expression turning stormy as

tale of what had just happened, lighting a fire under Quim's temper. With a commanding wave of his hand,

a hundred goons, weapons in hand, stormed in with a thunderous presence, making a beeline

Liam gave her a taste of her own medicine and then some. Billie was then sprawled on the floor, dazed and bleeding from the mouth. Her chubby face was so puffed up that her features were nearly indistinguishable.

angry shouts grew louder outside, coming on

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