Chapter 230

Everything that happened didn't seem like something the old Eloise, who would never stoop to underhand tactics, would do. "Mr. Sutton, let's not dwell on the past. Ms. Harwood was anxious when she heard you were at the hospital..."

"She was anxious, huh? She was just anxious to see how much I cared about Freya." Kieran's expression turned icy.

The surgical lights were still on, and Kieran sat in a chair by the corridor, waiting.

When he had carried Freya out of the police station just moments ago, he finally realized how much Freya meant to him.

Meanwhile, inside the police station, Preston sat calmly in a chair, listening to the wails of the women in the cell. "Keep going. Don't stop."

He wasn't one to hit a woman, but that didn't mean his men shared his reservations.

Witnessing the scene, Bob nervously wiped his brows. It had been twenty minutes. Any longer, and those women would be dead!

"Mr. Tyler... perhaps, do you think... maybe it's about time..."

his eyes and said, "Who ordered the hit on

was... it was..." Bob stuttered, unable

toward the cell, ordering, "Hit them harder! Don't

"Yes, sir!"

in jail just kept on going. Preston seemed to grow tired of the noise. He

"Yes, they are."

fired several shots into the cell. The gunfire was

crouched down, covering his head

in the

Preston casually blew on it and said,

of properly. I don't want to come here again,

en

understood, sir!" Bob said, a cold sweat breaking out on his

kingpin,

Preston nodded, then turned to Hans. "Keep an eye on Bob. Ensure he cleans up everything before

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