Yvonne''s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.
"We don''t ept guests without a reservation at Pivotage."
"But his secretary just called and told us to amodate Mr. Hoffman."
The subordinate then whispered, "Our boss also instructed you to keep an eye on Mr. Hoffman''s actions tonight and retain any video evidence if anything unusual happens."
Having followed Christopher for many years, Yvonne instantly grasped his intentions. She responded coolly, "Alright."
After the subordinate left, she redirected herplex gaze to the screen.
Just then, another convoy of luxury cars followed Ryan''s vehicle, driving aggressively into the underground parking lot.
However, those cars remained silently parked in the shadows. Their upants made no further moves.
Yet it gave Yvonne a foreboding sense of imminent chaos.
Meanwhile, a heavily intoxicated Liam, supported by bodyguards, stumbled into the parking lot.
His legs wobbled, and he could barely walk straight. Despite his slurred speech, he continued to hurl insults at the Hoffman family, seemingly oblivious that he was also part of the same bloodline.
Just as Liam reached the middle of the parking lot, a blinding headlight beam hit him, causing him to instinctively raise his hand and shield his eyes.
Right after that, the noise of a roaring engine filled the empty space.
"M-Mr. Hoffman! Watch out!"
Already muddled from drinking, Liam took a moment to realize that a speeding, all-ck Bentley was barreling toward him without any intention of slowing down.
It looked as if it would run him over.
None of his entourage stepped in to shield him in that critical moment. Instead, they scattered in all directions, clutching their heads in panic.
"Argh! S-Stop! Don''te any closer... Argh!"
A piercing scream shattered the cold air.
The driver in the Bentley mmed on its brakes just half a meter from Liam, its front end crashing into his bloated belly.
Though it did not send Liam flying, it threw him several meters back, and hended heavily on the ground.
"Urghhh-!"
After a wave of intense pain, Liam vomited up all the delicacies he had eaten that evening, leaving him covered in foul-smelling filth. Despite his entire body feeling like it might fall apart, he crawled and struggled to stand, retreating while still vomiting.
"What are you standing there for?! Get the hell over here!"
Before he could finish his sentence, more than a dozen ck-d thugs wielding machetes emerged from the shadows, surrounding him.
A stunningly beautiful yet fiercely determined face led them into the light. It was Yasmin!
At that moment, Liam realized what was going on. He fumbled for his phone and shouted frantically, "What are you waiting for?! Get them all!'' Seeing no way out, his subordinates charged forward into the night.
Under the cover of darkness, the air was filled with cries of agony and the sound of bones breaking, echoing relentlessly in the vast parking lot, eerie as if it were the
gates of hell.
As the fight settled, Liamy beaten in a pool of blood, his expensive suit shredded into pieces by the machetes.
He knelt like a dog on the ground,
while Yasmin lifted her slender leg
and viciously pressed it into his back forcing him to crawl in pain and beg for mercy.
That was when Dean respectfully opened the car door.
Ryan stepped out gracefully. His tall
and imposing figure moved with intimidating authority through the
bloodbath. He stood in front of Liam,
exuding a chilling air.
"Uncle Liam." Ryan''s cold gaze was sharp, and his voice was low and ominous.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
Liam shuddered uncontrobly, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He used to resent how this youngster never respected him as an elder.
But now, hearing him address him as "Uncle", Liam felt a deep sense of dread.
"R-Ryan... We''re family... You''ve grown up under my care, my dear nephew!"
Liam could not muster any arrogance now. He pleaded desperately, "W-We can talk. We can discuss anything!"