Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1998

It was obvious that these young women were definitely not here voluntarily.

The shocking scene made James tighten his fists. In addition to their usual disreputable activities, the Hollands had now turned on their own kind. They were simply heartless and insane.

"Boss!" James looked at Chandler with indignation, asking him for permission to rescue the women.

Chandler nodded, granting the request. James immediately walked inside to untie the ropes and remove the tapes from the women.

"Damn it, Chandler. Do you think I'm dead? How dare you rob my goods right in front of me?" Stanson was enraged.

He recalled the batch of firearms that had been robbed last time. It hadn't even been a month, and he had been robbed twice. Why was it always him who was being taken advantage of?

First, it was the casino, and now these women. Chandler totally disregarded the Hollands; he had gone too far.

Chandler looked over and said with a sinister voice, "That's a good suggestion. If you want, I can satisfy you first."

Hearing this, James rushed out with his gun and shouted, "Who wants to die? Is it you, or you?"

He aimed the gun at Stanson's trusted subordinate, who was on his knees, and then Stanson.

"No, it's not me!" Stanson's trusted subordinate, desperate to survive, nearly shook his head off in panic.

"Then it's you." James walked up to Stanson and pressed the gun barrel against Stanson's temple. "You just said that we can't take the people away unless you die, right?"

Terrified, Stanson raised his hands to cover his head and glanced sideways at James' hand on the trigger. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he said, "We can talk things through.

Chandler thought their past grievances would be put to rest since Zac couldn't stir up any trouble in Grand Cathay. Chandler didn't expect Zac to still linger around.

"See you at the Loxley Building in an hour. Come alone." Before Chandler could reply, Zac had already hung up.

Chandler put away his phone and turned to look at Stanson, who was already kneeling on the ground in the distance. He felt a bit embarrassed as this seemed to be the second time he had mistaken the target for revenge.

But it couldn't be helped—Stanson was just out of luck. Of all the people he could have crossed, he just had to make a scene in front of Chandler. He was simply asking for trouble.

Stanson's subordinates were even more unlucky. They had worked their butts off for over a month, only to end up with nothing.

Unlike James and the others, who could casually spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on a bottle of medicine without even batting an eye.