Chapter 48: I Wasn't Asking You

Another minibus came barreling down the road and screeched to a halt not far away. A squad in security uniforms spilled out, brandishing side-handle batons, and stormed over with grim faces. The brawl around the Porsche Cayenne stalled on the spot. Who sent these guys? Miller Cutmore narrowed his eyes. He recognized no one, which meant they weren't his reinforcements. Still, with Ricardo Lyall's men guarding the two women inside the car, he wasn't worried about being outnumbered. Isaac Duffus...