Chapter 311
Andrew chuckled and said, “Mr. Giordano, you truly exude an air of authority. Your composure and dominance are impressive.”
Atlas scowled impatiently. “Cut the flattery, kid. If you’ve got something to say, just say it.“.
He continued, “I know well that Natasha and Dylan practically follow your lead now. When it comes to scheming, you’re the real mastermind here,”
Andrew quickly waved his hands and replied, “Oh, you’re thinking too highly of me.”
He lowered his voice and added, “I just wanted to let you know, Mr. Giordano, that back in the lounge at West End Manor, I noticed something interesting in Mr. Moore and Ms. Fuller’s glasses.”
He smirked slyly. “It’s a rare substance called cantharides. Rumor has it, once a man and woman ingest it, the only way to ‘work it out‘ is through an intense… physical session to get rid of its effect-”
Atlas could not take it anymore and shut Andrew off. “Enough! Shut your damn mouth! Don’t say another word!”
The fury and humiliation he had barely suppressed flared up again, this time boiling over. He glared at Finley, his gaze sharp as a dagger.
Atlas growled, seething. “You fucking bastard, tell me the truth–did you really do it? Seriously? Drugging people? How low can you go, Finley? Are you even human?”
Finley stammered, his face pale. “M–Mr. Giordano, I swear I wasn’t thinking clearly. It was at moment of weakness–it won’t happen again!”
Atlas immediately slapped Finley, leaving no room for mercy.
Atlas roared, “Next time? You think there’ll be a next time? You’ve tarnished my reputation- everything I’ve worked for! You’re a fucking disgrace, you worthless piece of shit!
The enraged Northern District crime lord unleashed a torrent of insults, spewing every curse he could think of. The fury in his voice sent a chill through his men, who looked on in shock.
One of them pleaded, “Mr. Giordano, please! You don’t have to resort to violence!”
“Sir, think carefully! If you keep this up, you’ll sever ties with Mr. Moore completely!”
However, Atlas was too consumed by rage to listen. His strength was undeniable, and his sudden outburst caught everyone off guard–even Andrew had not expected it.
Finley could not react in time. The slap landed squarely on his face, leaving his cheek swollen and red.
As he clutched his cheek in disbelief, he shouted, “How dare you hit me,
me, Atlas!”
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Finley’s eyes burned with rage as his expression twisted into something venomous. He snarled, “Do
boss of the Northern District. you even know who I am?! I don’t care if you’re the My granduncle is the leader of the Hidden Dragons!”
The Northern District crew felt their hearts sink, and panic spread among them as the weight of Finley’s words hit them.
Their minds raced, and they thought Atlas had gone too far and should not have lost control like this. To them, it was clear that Andrew was provoking Atlas, hoping he would make a mistake.
Meanwhile, Atlas ignored Finley’s threats. His voice turned ice–cold as he declared, “From now on, you and I are no longer friends. We’re done.”
“If you want to run crying to the Hidden Dragons, go ahead. I’ve got nothing to hide.”
Without sparing Finley another glance, Atlas turned on his heel and marched away with his
men.
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Finley took a couple of steps after him and yelled, “Atlas, without me, your Northern District is doomed!”
