Be and Drew were speechless.


    They could read the displeasure in Asher’s tone.


    Was Asher standing up for Arnold?


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    Ryan, the eldest grandson of Logan Hoffman, lived a privileged life for far too long. There was no need


    for him to ever read the room.


    Even if he was oblivious to social cues, he could read the anger on Asher’s face. He smiled awkwardly


    and said, “I-I was just asking. I’m sure you would have invited a highly talented and capable doctor. I


    shouldn’t have questioned that.”


    “Mr. Hoffman, Dr. Larson is a better doctor than me. Don’t worry. The’, surgery will be a sess.”


    Be started sobbing, her eyes welling up. “Once Justin pulls throy the surgery, I need a consultation


    with Dr. Larson since he’s an ex in neurology. He might be able to help with the medicalplications


    Justin may face.”


    Her voice, filled with heart-wrenching guilt, trailed off.


    Ryan’s breath hitched.


    He did not have the right words tofort her. Thest thing he wanted was to make things worse.


    “Fuck… It’s Winston’s fault.”


    Ryan rolled his sleeves in rage, the veins along his arms bulging with strength. “Is the bastard in the


    car? Let me have a go at him before he’s transported back.”


    A long line of cars surged into the parking lot and headed toward them.


    A screech of tires against the floor pierced the air, followed by a crushing weight of tension.


    “We’ve gotpany.” Asher put his arm around Be’s waist and frowned.


    “They did note in peace, for sure.”


    Be stared coldly at the people getting out of the car.


    A middle-aged man, likely in his fifties, stood inmand, his police uniform bearing the insignia of at


    least a chief.


    Behind him was a group of uniformed police officers.


    They surrounded Be’s group, narrowing their eyes dangely at them.


    Drew and Ryan stayed on high alert, ready to fight.


    “Mgh! Ugh, mff!”


    Tied up and gagged, Winston recognized the chief police officer a good friend of his boss. He cried for


    help desperately and wiggled the car, rocking the car to catch his savior’s attention.


    “Ugh!”


    Without another word, Drew pulled out a dagger and stabbed Winston in the thigh.


    Winston winced in pain, but his screams could not escape his throat. He shuddered with utter anguish.


    “You’d better stay put.”


    Drew put the dagger away. As his eyes squinted, he flicked the ashes off and put the cigarette back


    into his mouth. “You best believe I have a thousand ways of torturing you without leaving a trace.


    Brutality is my middle name.”


    Winston shivered, and fear numbed his senses from the pain.


    He found Drew to be the most terrifying. That man was the devil.


    Winston had witnessed Drew pulling out various secret weapons throughout the journey.


    Drew had a lot up his sleeve.


    Most importantly, Drew was not afraid of using these weapons.


    “We received a tip-off that you have taken one of our import hostages.”