Chapter 309
Atlas snatched a few items from one of his men and threw them hard into Finley’s face.
“Finley, you claim that you and Yvonne came here just to rest and that nothing happened,” Atlas growled, his voice sharp and cold. “Then open your eyes and tell me what are these?”
Finley shakily removed the items from his face, only to freeze in horror. His face turned crimson as he recognized the objects: two pairs of underwear that he and Yvonne had left. behind in their frantic escape.
Atlas’s jaw tightened as he ground his teeth. He then grabbed one of Finley’s lost red heels and a roll of crumpled tissues and tossed them at Finley with a forceful thud.
However, he was not done. With a look of utter disgust, Atlas flung several used condoms at Finley, each hitting its mark
Finley recoiled in horror, dodging the sordid items as best he could. Around him, the Northern District men stared–some with anger, others with icy indifference, and a few with subtle disdain.
Atlas was not the only one feeling ashamed. His men, too, felt their pride bruised. Their leader’s woman had been disgraced, and by extension, so had they.
Yet, Finely was not just anyone. As a member of the Hidden Dragons, his status meant they had no choice but to keep their outrage to themselves.
And then, breaking the awkward moment, a cheerful voice echoed from outside the hotel. ” Well, well, Mr. Giordano, Mr. Moore–what a coincidence to see you both here!”
In strolled Natasha, Dylan, and Andrew, their expressions casual yet full of hidden amusement.
Atlas turned to face them, his already dark expression twisting further. “Natasha, Dylan what are you doing here?”
Dylan smirked. “What else? We’re here to enjoy the hotel, of course,” he said with mock innocence.
“I heard the Rhodes family’s… specialty hotel has quite the reputation for unique, exotic experiences. Thought I’d bring my girl along to check it out.”
Natasha covered her mouth as she let out a soft laugh. “Exactly! Even though I’m single, I couldn’t resist the curiosity,” she chimed in playfully. “I hope we’re not interfering with your … activities, Mr. Giordano.”
Atlas’s jaw tightened as his eye twitched in frustration. It was obvious these two were not here for the hotel they had come to watch him suffer.
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Andrew suddenly gasped, feigning surprise. “Oh my! Mr. Moore, I remember seeing you and Ms. Fuller rushing off at the West End villa earlier. So this is where you were headed!”
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Finley, already seething, exploded with anger. “Andrew, don’t think I don’t know!” he snapped. “This is all your doing–every bit of it!
Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled. “My doing? Mr. Moore, whatever do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean!” Finley snarled. “If it weren’t for you tipping them off and setting up an ambush at the back door, none of this would’ve happened!”
He bit back the rest of his words, realizing too late that he’d almost admitted to his affair with Yvonne. The last thing he wanted was to provoke Atlas any further.
Andrew’s voice turned cold. “If you didn’t want to get caught, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place. You brought this on yourself, Finley.”
Finley’s glare darkened, his voice dripping with venom. “Andrew, I see it now–every time something bad happens to me, you’re always lurking in the shadows! Fine. I’ll admit it–I lost to you today. But mark my words, I’ll come after you. One day, my blade will claim your head.” Andrew shrugged, completely unfazed. “Go ahead and try. Just make sure you’re ready to die.”
