PopularNovelAfter saying so, Ernest slowly approached Alex.
Unsure if it was my illusion, | saw a hint of panic in Alex's eyes.
"Forget it. I'm not interested in your stuff anyway. If Simon still wants what he wants, then | advise you not to
waste even a single second!"
| could tell that Alex had lost his patience. It was hard to imagine that this was how he, someone who liked
taking things slow, looked like when he was anxious.
"Mr. Hodds, | believe this isn't your territory." There were hints of resolution in
Ernest's eyes as though he planned to not comply.
"What gives you the right to bring them here today, then?"
Alex clutched his wheelchair armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white. | felt his rage as though he could
explode any second.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe tilted his head, and the man behind him charged ahead. He stood in front of the rest of the black-clad men in
the corner.
Two of them walked up next to me, and | quickly got up. | followed them and got behind Alex.
"Why are you so anxious, Mr. Alex? We just invited Mr. and Mrs. Grant over to introduce ourselves to them and
get to know each other. Only after we're familiar with each other will Mrs. Grant leave her child to us with peace
of mind. Why are you so anxious?"
As Ernest said that, he had already walked up to Alex's wheelchair.
He bent down to the seye level as Alex, and they both stared at each other.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and stretched it out toward Alex. The latter had no tto dodge.
A split second later, there was a humanskinned mask in Ernest's hand.
The man sitting in the wheelchair was not Alex Hodds.
| felt something far greater than fear. What was going on?
| was right in front of them. How could I not notice that this man was wearing a mask?
In the midst of my anxiety, my mind suddenly flashed back to the surveillance footage | saw in the hospital. Did
the person in the footage trick everyone the sway when he kidnapped Munchkin? "Ronny Wescher, you're
getting bolder and bolder, aren't you? How dare you cover here pretending to be Mr. Hodds?"
Ronny stood up and pulled out a pistol from his waistband, pinning it against Ernest's forehead and forcing him
to back up.
Although the black-clad men around us were afraid, they could no longer sit still when they saw someone
pointing a gun at their boss. They each reached out to hold the gun at their waistbands. However, the people
standing in front of them were no pushovers either. When they saw what happened, they immediately went
forward to press them down, resulting in a stalemate.
The two men besidealso raised their pistols. One stood in front while another wasbehind me. They
surroundedtightly, but | was still afraid.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmErnest immediately raised his hands to surrender, signaling the men around him not to act rashly, but there was
not the slightest bit of fear and worry on his face.
"It's okay. We're just here for a chat. Why are you so nervous?"
"We agreed on three days. You breached the contract first. I'm sure you know Mr. Alex's temper. He may be kind,
but that doesn't mean he'll tolerate this. You've already overstepped your boundaries." With his gaze and the
pistol in his hand, Ronny seemed to be emitting cold air.
However, Ernest only threw his head back and guffawed.
"Old habits die hard, Ronny. You always make everything sound so serious. | was just inviting them over to be my
guests. Look how terrified you are."
No one in the room was in the mood to laugh with him.
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"Take them away. | won't be entertaining you today."
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