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Lewis sat in his car when Daniel called. “Mr. Hartman, as per your instructions, we sent Leon’s misconduct files to Vincent West. Leon Morris has been fired.”

“Good,” Lewis nodded in satisfaction.

Last night, he had seen Leon touching Doris inappropriately–he could tell at a glance the guy was scum.

That bastard had dared to lay hands on his wife and even made her wear high heels as a greeter, injuring her feet. Did he really think he could get away with it?

For people like Leon, Lewis could make them disappear in a snap.

Suddenly, the car came to a halt. Lewis asked, “What’s going on?”

“I’ll check,” the driver said before stepping out.

A moment later, he returned, speaking carefully, “Mr. Hartman, there’s been an accident ahead, causing traffic congestion. I think it might be your wife.”

Lewis’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Your wife,” the driver, Hank, clarified.

“Doris?” Lewis’s brows furrowed tightly.

Hank nodded. “Do you want to check?”

Before Hank even finished speaking, Lewis had already pushed open the door and stepped out. “Drive off. Don’t wait for me.”

With that, he strode forward, his pace quickening without him realizing it.

Pulling out his phone, he called Ivan. “Hampstone Hotel entrance. Get here now!”

From a distance, he could already hear Doris apologizing to the male driver. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I’m really sorry.”

But the driver wasn’t having it. He pointed at Doris and shouted angrily, “What use is sorry?

“If you wanna die, find someone else! Don’t drag me into this!

“Unbelievable!

“You almost got me into an accident, and now you’re crying like you’re the victim. Who are you trying to scare?

“Let me tell you I’m not afraid!

“There’s surveillance here, and it’s clear you weren’t looking where you were going. If you got yourself killed, it wouldn’t be my fault!

“But you better pay me for emotional distress and lost wages-$700, or you’re not leaving!”

driver’s scolding, nor did she bother with her own injuries. Instead, she looked at her damaged bike and the spilled

deliveries probably wouldn’t even be enough to

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crowd with early cerides and sound on from of the “If anything happens to her, I’ll make sure you pay with your life?

an unmist that that seat chills down everyone’s

intimidated by Lewis overwhelming presence. He stampered,

Who do you think I am? Lewis

$700, and I won’t

Seeing the blood trickling from the scrape on her forehead and her tear–streaked face, he wanted to

in front of her and softened his voice, “Does it hurt?

and shook her head.

you say it

her chest, her tear–stained

menacing that he looked like a grim reaper straight from

driver’s face twisted in fear, and

in time–Doris shouldn’t

I’m taking you to the hospital for a check–up: Lewis carefully helped Doris

you’re not leaving The driver puffed up his chest,

stared at him in silence, his eyes cold and stormy, like the sky just

driver subconsciously took a step

then, Ivan arrived and stepped beside the driver. “I’m Mr. Hartman’s lawyer. If you have any concerns,

and turned to Doris. “Can you walk?”

lip, determined to move, but as soon as she took a step, pain shot through her

wince.

didn’t hesitate–he simply scooped her

felt uncomfortable and struggled slightly.

Lewis warned.,

Ivan’s car and

minutes, the driver had driven away, and Ivan returned to the

hospital,” Lewis

car and drove off. Doris asked, “That’s it? It’s settled just like

a chance.” Ivan glanced at the

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when crossing the street next time.

Mr. Mitchell. I’ll be

subtly used her peripheral

been staring out the

in the car was suffocating

and lightly tugged on Lewis’s sleeve. “Are you mad?”

supported her food delivery gig. Now, something had

I’m not the one who got hurt, Lewis replied without even looking at

more careful next time,” Doris murmured, feeling

you might not be so lucky to only hurt your arm.

and since he was clearly upset, she chose

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