Even as Peter screamed and struggled, the two security guards rolled their eyes. “Lane Holdings?
Never heard of this. Now get out of here–we won’t y nice if you keep causing us trouble.”
As the security guards took out their batons and pointed threateningly at Peter, he could only huff. “J–
Just you wait!”
With that, he stormed off even as he wiped the blood off his nose.
Just yesterday, he was imagining himself rising to the pinnacle of his life, marrying rich and getting a
serious job, and both went south in under a day.
He certainly could not take this lying down!
Frank returned to Vicky’s office, where she sat behind her desk, rubbing her temples repeatedly.
Seeing that, Frank asked, “You really don’t have to be that upset, do you?”
Vicky’s knuckles clenched. “How could I not?! That bastard Greg Marsh yed me!”
“Then consider it a lesson,” Frank said, consoling her.
Just then, Vicky’s phone rang.
Seeing that it was Yara, she promptly answered, “How did it go, Yara? Have you received Mr.
Longman?”
“We have a problem, Ms. Turnbull,” Yara reported urgently. “We ran into hitmen, and Mr. Longman was
seriously hurt.”
“What?!” Vicky sprang to her feet, her eyes widened. “Where are you? I’ll be right there!”
Obadiah Longman was a healer from abroad, and Vicky had spent a fortune hiring him for her
apothecary, just as she wanted to buy a certain pill recipe off his hands.
She did not think that the man would be hurt upon arrival at Riverton, and she certainly valued him
since he was the key to herpany’s future!
After getting Yara’s location, Vicky turned to Frank. “Go help Yara. She’s cornered in Northstream
Leatherworks.”
Frank nodded, taking her keys without question and leaving the office.
Meanwhile, Yara and two of her bodyguards were hiding in an abandoned factory at the Northstream
Leatherworks.
Beside her, Obadiah was barely breathing, while there were a ton of people outside.
“What should we do now, Ms. Quill?” one of the bodyguards asked worriedly–they would be fedead if
this went on!
However, there was nothing Yara could do either.
Just this morning, she did as Vicky had instructed, receiving Obadiah and heading to Grande Corp,
when they were ambushed. There were just too many of them!
“Let’s just hide and buy time. I’ve already called Ms. Turnbull for help…” she said, but she had no idea
if they wouldst until help arrived.
Suddenly, they heard a scuffle and screams outside.
Yara gingerly looked outside to find several men with machetes charging into the factory.
The man in the lead wore a white suit, dyed red in blood and wobbling.
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Yara promptly rushed up to help him. “Mr. Turnbull, what are you doing here?”
She recognized the man, Les Turnbull, who usually worked in security for the family.
However, he was not a member of the escort team for Obadiah…
“Ms. Turnbull sent us,” Les exined. “There’s a lot of people outside the factory–me and my men had
to charge in here.”
Yara helped him to the second floor, putting him beside Obadiah and asked, “How many people did you
bring?”
“I came in a hurry, so I only brought around ten, and it’s just the two of them left.”
“Oh… What are they doing outside? Why aren’t they rushing in?”
“I don’t know,” Les replied. “They’re just surrounding the ce… I suspect they’re using us as bait to
lure in our backup.”