Chapter 363
Not only Donald, but even the Aickers were shocked by this turn of events.
“Lauren, please stop!” Francesca pleaded, her face turning pale. If Lauren actually killed
Donald, the ion would escalate beyond control.
Lauren kept the gun pressed against Donald’s sweating forehead, completely ignoring Francesca’s plea.
She growled, “You pig, I’ve been more than courteous with you. Just because you’re the head of Jayrodale police department, you think you can get away with arresting my man without cause?”
Lauren’s eyes were fierce, and her chilling gaze made Donald tremble. However, a surge of anger quickly rose within him–after all, he was one of Jayrodale’s top dogs and head of the police department.
Donald said coldly, “Ms. Rhodes, if you’ve got the guts, shoot me right now. If I die in my office, not only Andrew but you and the entire Rhodes family will face severe consequences.”
Lauren smiled menacingly, “Oh? Do you really think I won’t pull the trigger? I’ll send you straight to hell, you pig.”
“Do it! Shoot me right now!” Donald roared. “Let’s see if any of you make it out of this precinct alive!”
Lauren suddenly lowered the gun and put it back in her purse. “Sorry, there weren’t any bullets in the gun. Otherwise, I might have accidentally blown your brains out, Mr. Warren.”
She had left her ammunition behind when her mother, Tiana, had confiscated her gun earlier. The whole thing had just been a bluff to scare Donald.
Wiping his cold sweat, Donald straightened up and taunted, “Ms. Rhodes, Dr. Aicker, it’s impossible for you to save that punk from me.”
“Tell me your conditions for releasing him,” Lauren demanded icily.
Donald snorted, regaining his arrogant demeanor. “No condition. Even God himself couldn’t get that kid out of here today.”
Just as he finished speaking, two people walked into his office.
“That’s quite a statement, Mr. Warren. If God can’t do it, would you at least show respect to us?”
The newcomers approached Donald’s desk, ignoring the armed officers outside.
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Donald looked up, his heart pounding. “Mr. Garner, Madam Vostokoff, what are you doing here?”
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The pair who had entered were Dylan and Natasha, Jayrodale’s two underground crime lords. “Mr. Warren, release him,” Dylan said calmly.
Natasha’s face remained expressionless as she spoke, “Andrew’s under West End’s protection. Anyone who touches him deals with me personally.
Donald’s anger surged. His day was turning into a nightmare. Every big shot in Jayrodale seemed to be coming after him, and for what?
“I don’t recall having any beef with you two,” Donald growled, though his tone was notably more restrained than with the Aickers and Lauren.
After all, these underground leaders were not to be trifled with. They were hardened criminals who had fought their way to the top.
“Mr. Warren, are you deaf?” Natasha snapped impatiently. “I just said Andrew’s under West End’s protection.”
