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Chapter 230
Everything that happened didn't seem like something the old Eloise, who would never stoop to underhand tactics, would do. "Mr. Sutton, let's not dwell on the past. Ms. Harwood was anxious when she heard you were at the hospital..."
"She was anxious, huh? She was just anxious to see how much I cared about Freya." Kieran's expression turned icy.
The surgical lights were still on, and Kieran sat in a chair by the corridor, waiting.
When he had carried Freya out of the police station just moments ago, he finally realized how much Freya meant to him.
Meanwhile, inside the police station, Preston sat calmly in a chair, listening to the wails of the women in the cell. "Keep going. Don't stop."
He wasn't one to hit a woman, but that didn't mean his men shared his reservations.
Witnessing the scene, Bob nervously wiped his brows. It had been twenty minutes. Any longer, and those women would be dead!
"Mr. Tyler... perhaps, do you think... maybe it's about time..."
Before Bob could finish, Preston suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Who ordered the hit on Freya?"
"It was... it was..." Bob stuttered, unable to name Kieran or implicate himself!
Finally, he nodded toward the cell, ordering, "Hit them harder! Don't stop!"
"Yes, sir!"
The loud crying from the women in jail just kept on going. Preston seemed to grow tired of the noise. He pulled a pistol from his belt and asked, "These are all on death row?" en
"Yes, they are."
Before Bob could finish, Preston fired several shots into the cell. The gunfire was deafening.
Bob was so scared that he crouched down, covering his head with his hands.
The wailing in the cell stopped abruptly.
Watching the smoking barrel of his gun, Preston casually blew on it and said, "Ensure the bodies are
disposed of properly. I don't want to come here again, understand?"
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"Understood... understood, sir!" Bob said, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Who would dare cross this underworld kingpin, not just in Echo City, but anywhere?
"Good." Preston nodded, then turned to Hans. "Keep an eye on Bob. Ensure he cleans up everything before you report back to me."
"Yeah, boss." Hans pulled out his gun and stood guard, leaving Bob feeling off-balance.
Soon, there came footsteps from outside.
Several men in suits, wearing the Sutton family's insignia, walked past Preston.
The leading aide said coldly, "Bob, Mr. Sutton said the women who laid hands on Ms. Dawson today are ours to deal with. If anything
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"I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's too late." Bob pointed to the cells where the women had been shot to death, swallowed hard, and said, "They're already dead."