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!"

out of here! Leave us out of

about twenty black sedans rolled up to the entrance, effectively sealing it

sound of car doors slamming echoed as a swarm of tough-looking enforcers armed with bats and blades leaped out, each one exuding menace. A middle-aged man in a gray

man and hobbled over, bowing deeply and exclaiming with a mix of respect and

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

hotel lobby, his expression turning stormy

no time in spicing up the tale of what had just happened, lighting a fire under Quim's temper. With a commanding

weapons in hand, stormed in with a thunderous presence,

chubby 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

and a chorus of angry shouts grew louder outside,

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