Chapter 117: Why the hell did you mess with this bastard?
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Updated : Sep 18th, 2025
"Kid, if you don't want trouble, take my advice."
Mr. Donovan squinted at Pierce Jackson, a half-burned cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. "Come on, get on your knees and admit you were wrong to my man, then pay two thousand dollars. No, make it five thousand. Do that and we can forget today ever happened."
"Or else…"
"Or what?"
Pierce let out a dry chuckle and did not even bother to meet Mr. Donovan's eyes.
Divine Security Company was Ramon Nelson's outfit. Divine Security Company...
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