Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 159 Pitiful People Must Have Something Detestable about Them

Faye was freaking out, crying and huddling in the corner.

I was losing it too, but I tried to keep it together and warned Quade. "You better think twice. Mess with us, and you'll regret it."

Quade just laughed it off. "Regret? Whatever, I'm still doing it. If I go down, I wanna go down happy."

I couldn't believe my words not only didn't scare him but made him even more determined.

Quade tossed his jacket, and the mustache guy caught it.

He started unbuckling his belt, heading straight for Faye.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the iron door flew open.

Seeing Dennis standing there, my heart, which had been drowning in despair, suddenly sparked with hope.

"Who the hell are you?" Quade yelled at Dennis, his belt half-off.

Dennis glanced at me, then strolled in with a grin.

"Sorry, the snow's brutal out there. Needed a place to crash. Figured this old factory was empty."

"Get lost. I'm no saint; I don't take in strays," Quade snapped.

Dennis didn't even flinch. He sat on a wooden plank and casually lit a cigarette.

"Not a great time to be wandering in this weather."

Quade yanked his belt all the way off, pointing it at Dennis, ready to strike. "Are you messing with me?" Dennis kept smoking, totally ignoring him.

I was pretty worried for Dennis, seeing as Quade had the numbers.

Dennis's chill attitude seemed to piss Quade off even more, and he swung his belt.

"Get him."

At Quade's command, his guys rolled up their sleeves, grabbed weapons, and got ready to rumble.

But just as the mustache guy grabbed his weapon, an iron rod came out of nowhere and knocked it out of his hand.

I didn't even see where the rod came from; I just knew the mustache guy was now shaking his hand in pain.

Quade's crew was still in shock. And in a flash, Dennis was in front of us, shielding Faye and me.

I knew Dennis was always Ethan's driver. But Ethan only had him drive when he was too drunk or something. Dennis was low-key, and I barely interacted with him, so he was kind of a ghost. Now, I finally took a good look at him.

He was tall and looked pretty solid, but not like a bodybuilder. He wasn't old, maybe early thirties.

Realizing Dennis had played him, Quade looked embarrassed and cursed. "Meddling in other people's business, huh? Get him."

At Quade's shout, they all rushed at Dennis.

had a feeling Dennis was hiding his true skills, I was still worried

all, he was just a driver, and taking on so many guys alone

soon, I realized my worry

with all of them attacking at

felt relieved, knowing we

no time, everyone except

hell are

Quade didn't

and said

moment,

familiar figure at the door, my eyes welled up

on his cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly

told you to go easy.

crew in their current state, I felt an indescribable sense of

innocently. "I did go easy. Didn't expect them to be

clearly recognized him and

him off easy and must've given him a good beating. But now, it seemed Quade had forgotten the pain after his wounds healed. Ethan stood

in, someone I recognized from the

Simon's appearance, Quade's crew got even more

They

them in the stomach, cursing, "You've been with me for

small fry trembled in fear, heads down. "Mr. Green, we

the critical moment, they probably wanted to rat

he

grabbed Quade by the collar. "Getting

wimp in front of

Green, my bad, I really messed up. I didn't

honor

that video. I didn't know they secretly made a copy." Quade nodded frantically. "Yeah, yeah, we made a copy. It has nothing to do with

to piece it together-the USB

USB drive back, he was trying to

as Quade was about to get up, a shoe pressed down

one side of his face mashed against the floor,

you up to today?" Ethan's tone was calm, but the pressure of his

Quade sighed

Ethan

is so disobedient,

for mercy

untied the ropes for Faye

ran into Ethan's arms, crying her heart

time, Faye's tears were real; she must have been mentally

"Alright, it's over. Don't cry. Your agent is waiting for you

She struggled for a bit before

her agent rushed in, draped a coat over

at me, his gaze intense, and suddenly strode

my chin, staring at my face, a storm brewing in his eyes.