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