Chapter 280
Chapter 280
Natasha’s expression darkened as a chill ran down her spine. Though Andrew’s words were harsh, they struck with undeniable truth–she had almost fallen into Atlas and Finley’s trap. “I understand why you were so eager to fall for their scheme,” Andrew continued calmly. “You wanted South City eliminated so you could grab a plece of the pie. Your ambition isn’t small, Madam Vostokoff–West End wants to dominate too.“.
“Unfortunately, greed often exposes one’s weaknesses,” Andrew added with mock concern. As a woman in this business, you should be more careful playing games with cunning men like Atlas.”
His patronizing tone made Natasha grind her teeth. While it was her first time being lectured by such a young man, she could not deny the truth in his words.
She did have ambitions and had been swayed by Atlas’s promises.
“Mr. Giordano, Mr. Moore, please leave. You’re no longer welcome in West End,” Natasha ordered through clenched teeth.
“Madam Vostokoff, you can’t actually believe this pretty boy’s baseless accusations?” Atlas exploded.
“Think carefully about your choice,” Finley threatened, his face dark with anger. “Stay neutral, or if West End wants to interfere, Mr. Giordano and I will have no choice but to eliminate you too.”
Andrew chuckled. “You see, Madam Vostokoff? This is their true color. They never had good intentions–they’ve been playing you for a fool from the start.“!
“Get out, both of you!” Natasha roared. “And Finley, you think I’m scared of you? Go ahead and try to touch West End. I’d love to see what Hidden Dragons‘ lap dog is really made of!”
Even Andrew had to give her an appreciative glance–she was showing the fierce spirit that had earned her the Black Widow nickname.
West End’s enforcers redirected their weapons toward Atlas and Finley, their bloodlust obvious.
One shouted, “You backstabbing sons of bitches! If Mr. Lloyd hadn’t warned us, we would’ve fallen right into your trap!”
“Madam, let’s finish these traitors right here and now,” several more aggressive members suggested, gripping their weapons tightly.
The color drained from Atlas and Finley’s faces as the situation turned against them.
“Think carefully, Natasha. If anything happens to me and Mr. Moore on your territory, Jayrodale’s underworld will descend into chaos,” Atlas warned, sweat beading on his forehead.
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“If anything happens to me, West End won’t survive the consequences!” Finley threatened.
“Move aside and let them leave,” Natasha ordered with a cold smile. “But remember this, Atlas -West End won’t play nice with Northern District anymore. Your dream of ruling Jayrodale’s underworld is dead.”
As Atlas and Finley walked past Andrew, Atlas paused with pure hatred in his eyes. “You ruined my plans. I won’t forget tonight’s humiliation. Keep making enemies, and you’ll meet your end soon enough.”
“Worry about yourself, Mr. Giordano,” Andrew replied casually. ”
luck might run out.”
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Back at Northern District’s headquarters, Atlas finally exploded in rage. He screamed at Finley, “Why did you have to threaten Natasha? We almost convinced her to stay neutral! Why did you have to provoke her, you idiot?”
Finley wiped Atlas’s spittle from his face with a dark expression. “How is this my fault? Andrew was the one who ruined everything by showing up out of nowhere!”
Atlas smashed his fist through a table, his eyes cold with fury. “You’re right–it was all Andrew. He destroyed our perfect plan!”
“We need to kill that worthless punk. I can’t stand another day with him alive!” Finley seethed.
“He’ll die, but we must be patient,” Atlas replied. “For now, we need to strike fast. We should take out either Dylan or Natasha first. If we can eliminate one side quickly, the other won’t stand a chance alone.”
“Let’s hit West End first,” Finley suggested with a vicious grin. “I want to make that ungrateful witch Natasha suffer.”
Atlas scoffed. “You’re still thinking about women at a time like this? It doesn’t matter which we take out first–South City or West End. We need to move before they join forces.”
Finley leered. “You’re too old to appreciate the finer things, Mr. Giordano. A powerful, sophisticated woman like Natasha is the ultimate prize.”
“Help me take control of Jayrodale’s underworld Atlas offered with a smile, “and Natasha will be yours to do with as you please.”
“You have my word!” Finley agreed eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation.
