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.

a feeling Dennis was hiding his true

he was just a driver, and taking on so

realized my

badass. Even with all of them attacking at

relieved,

no time, everyone except Quade was

hell

Quade didn't charge blindly

clothes and

moment,

figure at the door,

took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly as he

to go easy. Why

and seeing Quade's crew in their current state, I felt an indescribable sense of

go easy.

clearly recognized him and

must've given him a good beating. But now, it seemed Quade had forgotten the pain after his wounds healed. Ethan stood a few feet away, smoking, not making a move, but his calm demeanor

walked in, someone I recognized from the last time Ethan was gambling at the

Quade's crew

Green." They

and kicked one of them in the stomach, cursing, "You've been with me for so long, and I never knew you

small fry trembled in fear, heads down. "Mr. Green, we didn't dare,

probably wanted to rat out Quade but were too

he was here now, he probably knew

Quade by the collar. "Getting backup behind my

a wimp in front of

my bad, I really messed up. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble.

to the ground. "I honor my

know they secretly made a

to piece it together-the USB

with Simon to get the USB drive back, he was trying to stop that

up, a

of his face

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

just as Quade sighed in

lifting his foot, Ethan kicked him

so disobedient, why not just cut it

begged for mercy

already untied the ropes for Faye and

ran into Ethan's arms, crying her

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

her. "Alright, it's over.

to his clothes, unwilling to let go, but Ethan kept his distance. She struggled for a bit before finally letting go, wiping her tears, and slowly

her agent rushed in, draped a coat over her

at me, his gaze intense, and suddenly strode towards

at my face, a storm brewing in