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!"

us out of it! Liam, it's Billie and Samara who messed with Celena,

of about twenty black sedans rolled up to the entrance,

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

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

was none other than Billie's father, Quim Wakelin, the notorious

influence and wealth, owning a string of clubs and hotels. Beyond

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

fire under Quim's temper. With a commanding wave of

goons, weapons in hand, stormed in with a thunderous presence,

the floor, dazed and bleeding from the mouth. Her chubby face was so puffed up that her features were nearly indistinguishable. She lay

of footsteps and a chorus of angry

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