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.

though I had a feeling Dennis was hiding his true skills, I was

just a driver, and

realized my worry

a badass. Even with all

secretly felt relieved,

time, everyone except Quade

the hell are

Dennis's strength, Quade didn't

his clothes and said calmly,

that moment,

at the door, my eyes

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

you to go easy.

crew in their current

easy. Didn't expect them

clearly recognized him and

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

I recognized from the last time Ethan was gambling at the underground

Quade's crew got even

They greeted him

kicked one of them in the stomach, cursing, "You've been

heads down. "Mr. Green, we

probably wanted to rat out Quade

was a smart guy. If he was

collar.

into a wimp in front of

I really messed up. I didn't mean to

shoved him to the ground. "I honor

know they secretly made a copy." Quade nodded frantically. "Yeah, yeah, we made a copy. It has nothing to do

piece it together-the USB

the USB drive back, he was trying to stop that video from

was about to get up,

of his face mashed against the floor,

me, what are you up to today?" Ethan's tone was calm, but the pressure of his foot was intense, distorting Quade's face. Quade mumbled,

lifted his shoe, and just as Quade sighed in relief, he let

Ethan kicked

so disobedient, why not just cut it

begged for

untied the ropes for Faye

soon as Faye was free, she ran into Ethan's arms, crying her heart

tears were real; she must have been mentally

back, comforting her. "Alright, it's over. Don't cry. Your

go, but Ethan kept his distance. She struggled

out, her agent rushed in, draped a coat over her

looked at me, his gaze intense, and suddenly strode towards

my face, a storm brewing in his