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"Since you're not leaving, suit yourself," Michael said with a shrug. He had his men bring over a couch and plopped down at the entrance like a stubborn bouncer. "But today, our hotel is closed to the public, so we might as well get comfortable waiting here." "You idiot," Natasha snapped, her temper flaring. "Looks like I'll need to teach you a lesson since you think I'm bluffing." However, Andrew merely chuckled. "Since Mr. Rhodes seems to enjoy playing concierge so much, let's not disturb his new career choice." Michael's face twitched as he suppressed his rage while Andrew kept taunting him with concierge jokes, making the humiliation almost unbearable. He had no choice though—Finley was currently having a steamy affair with Atlas' mistress inside. Michael had to guard the hotel well because the consequences would be devastating if this got exposed. However, if he could satisfy Finley, Michael would finally have an involvement with the Hidden Dragons organization. Andre
Chapter 302
Aspen stood up gracefully and said, "Well then, Christie and I will take our leave. And I'd like to offer my early congratulations to you on your inevitable dominance of Jayrodale's underworld—this will create an even better foundation for our partnership." Atlas was thoroughly pleased with himself. He boasted, "Ms. Stevens, you clearly have excellent foresight, knowing that I'll soon control all of Jayrodale's underworld. Before long, you'll witness the golden age of our Northern District." Just then, one of Atlas's top lieutenants entered with a troubled expression and signaled urgently to speak with him. Atlas maintained his composure and said smoothly, "In that case, ladies, please excuse me from seeing you out." "Farewell, Mr. Giordano," Aspen replied with a polite smile. After leaving the Northern District, Christina turned to Aspen. "Aspen, investing 150 million dollars just like that makes me nervous." Aspen exuded complete confidence as if everything was already perf
Chapter 303
Atlas' man quickly said, "Mr. Giordano, please calm down. These photos are from an unknown source and might not tell the whole story, and we should investigate first. Besides, Mr. Moore is our ally, and if we let this scandal tear us apart, wouldn't that play right into our enemies' hands?" Atlas snapped out of his rage and nodded repeatedly. "You're right! I almost lost my head there." His expression darkened as he realized these photos were likely Natasha's or Dylan's handiwork, meant to drive a wedge between him and Finley. "Dylan, Natasha, you're both quite devious," he muttered through gritted teeth. "But unfortunately for you, I'm not so easily manipulated." He silently vowed to deal with them both as soon as possible. Just then, another of Atlas's trusted men burst in, looking even more distressed than the man before. Atlas frowned. "What now? Why does everyone look like they're at a funeral?" The man's face was grim as he reported, "Mr. Giordano, I just received w
Chapter 304
After his furious outburst, Atlas continued in an ice-cold voice, "Besides, even if this is Dylan and Natasha's trap, what do I have to fear? Do you think they'd dare to make a move against me on Rhodes family territory?" His men had to admit he had a point. Even if it was a trap, who would dare touch Atlas when he brought all his Northern District enforcers? Still, what truly terrified them was the possibility that Finley really was fooling around with Atlas' woman. In their world, there were certain unwritten rules, and messing with another man's woman was asking for a brutal death. … Ten minutes later, over a dozen SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the Rhodes family hotel. Atlas led the charge with dozens of his Northern District muscle trailing behind him, storming toward the hotel entrance. Michael was still lounging at the entrance with his legs crossed. He muttered, "Mr. Moore, I'm sticking my neck out for you here. You've got some nerve going after Mr. Giordano's
Chapter 305
However, Michael was not ready to give up just yet. He struggled to his feet, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth while silently cursing Finley for getting him into this mess. He grabbed a nearby security guard and barked urgently, "Quick—use the stairs and warn Finley and Yvonne to escape through the back door!" The guard, startled by Michael's intensity, stumbled away toward the stairwell. Afterward, Michael frantically tried calling Finley, but the phone was still off. At least Atlas' men would need some time to search all the rooms. There was still a slim chance of avoiding disaster. … Meanwhile, Andrew, Dylan, and Natasha were seated at a cafe across from the hotel, calmly sipping their coffee. "Darling, your plan worked perfectly. Atlas just stormed in with his men," Natasha said excitedly to Andrew. "Now we just sit back and enjoy the show?" Andrew set down his coffee with a smile. "We'll enjoy the show alright, but first, we need to block all the escape rout
Chapter 306
Atlas had personally shown up with his crew. Even with Finley's usual reckless bravado, he could not help but feel a pang of guilt and sheer terror. Meanwhile, Yvonne went pale as a ghost when she heard Atlas was there. "Atlas… is here? A-Are you sure?" she stammered, her voice trembling, tears already welling in her eyes. Finley shoved her clothes at her and barked, "Put them on! If we're caught lingering, neither of us is getting out of this alive!" Yvonne, shaking uncontrollably, burst into tears as she fumbled with her outfit. She cried, "This is all your fault! You're the one who wouldn't take no for an answer! You drugged me, Finley! You forced me into this—I'm the victim here!" Finley's face turned beet red as rage consumed him. Seeing her blame him while still not dressing herself drove him to the edge. He spat, "You lying tramp! Were you forced, or were you the one itching to get involved? Don't pretend you didn't know what you were doing! And now that it's done,
Chapter 307
At the hotel's front entrance, Michael felt his heart pounding in his chest. "Mr. Giordano, we've searched every room, but there's no sign of them," one of Atlas' men reported. Atlas stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold and unreadable. On the other hand, Michael let out a long sigh of relief. 'Thank goodness Finley managed to escape,' he thought. At least now, he would not have to bear the consequences of this disaster. "Mr. Giordano, like I've told you before, you must have made a mistake," Michael said with a forced smile. "Our hotel isn't even open for business today." Trying to sound as casual as possible, Michael was eager to get Atlas to leave before something went wrong. However, Atlas gave him a sharp, icy glare, and Michael forced himself to stay calm, staring back without flinching. After all, he reasoned, Finley and Yvonne had already slipped out the back. Even if Atlas suspected something, he would not have any proof. Without evidence, there was n
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Atlas' hand swung fiercely, landing a thunderous slap across Yvonne's face. "You bitch! At this point, you still dare to lie to me? I'll kill you!" he roared with unrestrained fury. The force of the slap sent Yvonne flying several feet across the room. She crashed to the ground, coughing up blood before falling limp and motionless. Michael watched in horror, his heart pounding as cold dread seeped into his veins. Atlas was not just angry—this man was ready to kill. "Mr. Rhodes," Atlas growled, his piercing gaze locking onto Michael. "Didn't you swear to me that this filthy pair wasn't in your hotel?" Michael stumbled backward, his voice shaking. "Mr. Giordano, I… I didn't—" Atlas did not wait for an explanation. With a wave of his hand, he barked, "Take this lying fool outside. Don't kill him—I don't need the Rhodes family breathing down my neck—but make sure he suffers. I want him begging for mercy, wishing he were dead." Two Northern District enforcers grabbed Michael w
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