If these things were to be affected, she simply couldn’t afford to pay back!
Whitney was struggling to get out of the car. However, the front of the vehicle was deformed from the
impact, so she couldn’t even open the door.
She strained to turn her head, glancing at the equally immobilized driver, and asked, “Has the stuff in
the trunk been affected?”
The driver nodded, “This car has bypassed me at several intersections. It must be done deliberately.”
Whitney frowned. Who is trying to mess with me again?
Before it was just minor troubles, but now it had escalated to a threat to life.
“What should we do now?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve already called a tow truck to come over.”
No sooner had the driver finished speaking than the car suddenly jolted, then clanging noises echoing
around them. Whitney was taken aback-someone was tampering with the goods of the trunk.
“Hey! You can’t smash it!”
Whitney was desperate to get out of the car, but she was immobilized, and forced to watch helplessly
as the group wreaked havoc.
In a short while, someone came to open her car door.
“What are you guys up to?”
Whitney was shouting loudly when the car door was suddenly opened from the outside. A strange face
appeared, different from the group she had seen earlier.
The man helped her unbuckle her seat belt and removed the heavy object pressing down on Whitney’s
leg. Finally, she could get out of the car.
There was a gash that slashed across her calf, and the sight of the wound was startling. In fact, it was
oozing blood incessantly.
Whitney didn’t have time to tend to her wounds. She hobbled over to check on the condition of the
goods. in the vehicle.
Most of the goods had been destroyed. It was a loss worth tens of thousands,
A wave of sorrow washed over Whitney. The company she had been working for a month paid her less.
than ten thousand a month. If she were to compensate for half a truckload of goods, it would almost
cost her half a year of salary,
The man who had just rescued her from the car approached, followed by a group of people dressed
like bodyguards. They were escorting the group that had been causing trouble just a moment ago.
“Ms. Mellor, an ambulance will be here shortly to take you to the hospital. We’ll be leaving now.”
“Wait a moment!”
Whitney stopped him, walked up to the detained person, and demanded, “Who are you exactly? Who
sent you?”
The man looked like a street thug. With a roguish grin, he said, “We’re just here to do a job for the
money. I’ll do the bidding of whoever pays me.”
He spoke with an air of indifference, which infuriated Whitney to the point where she gritted her teeth
and decisively slapped him twice.
With a loud smack, the hit landed heavily and resoundingly.
“Shameless! Do you have any idea how important these things are to me!”
“What’s that got to do with me?” the man sneered dismissively.
He was about to mock her, when Whitney’s uninjured leg shot out, and her foot struck him squarely in
the groin.
“D”mn! That’s a real kick! You are so ruthless…”
He was in so much pain that his whole body was shaking. He realized that with this kick, he might
never be able to have any children in the future.
Whitney was still itching to punch him, but just at that moment, the ambulance arrived, and the
stretcher was brought out.
“Rest assured. Ms. Mellor, we will deliver these goods to your company.”
The man speaking was the same one who had just saved her. Whitney didn’t know him, and she didn’t
feel comfortable entrusting those things to them.
The man seemed to perceive her apprehension and explained with a smile, “I’m with Mr. Newton, Ms.
Mellor. You have nothing to worry about.”
Oh, he is Mr. Newton’s man.
These words seemed to put her at ease in an instant, and she nodded in agreement.
The stretcher was brought over, and Whitney was escorted onto the ambulance by the nurses, heading
to the hospital for further examination.
After she finally relaxed, she felt a heavy drowsiness enveloping her. She wasn’t sure if she had a
concussion from the impact. Her body was in pain.
She leaned against the stretcher in the ambulance, her arm throbbing with pain. It felt as if she had
used up all her strength hitting someone just now, to the point where she didn’t even have the energy
to lift her hand anymore.
Who were those people who deliberately bumped into me today? Who else is trying to put me in harm’s
way?
Newton Group, CEO’s Office.
Several men, bound hand and foot, were thrown onto an open space. Their mouths were stuffed with
cloth and sealed shut with tape
Charles sat with his back to them, and his hands folded on his lap. He exuding an intense aura of
oppression that sent chills down one’s spine.
Quiet.
Deadly silence.
The few punks, who were originally ignorant of their own limitations, immediately backed down the
moment they met Charles. Fear was evident in their eyes.
They sensed the presence of death!
Several men in black, wearing sunglasses, stood beside the thugs. Charles swiveled his chair around.
“Who sent you to do this?”
The young punk swallowed nervously. “No one put me up to this. I just did it because I didn’t like what I
saw. Do I need a reason to cause some trouble?”
“Beat him.”
Upon Charles’s command, several men in black picked up their stun batons.
The office quickly filled with the intermittent sounds of wailing.
Charles lit a cigarette, slowly exhaling a ring of smoke. His cold eyes watched these beaten-up thugs.
In less than two minutes, Isaac came over with a piece of surveillance footage and handed it to
Charles.
“Mr. Newton, we’ve found it. This is the recording of the person who contacted them.”
With Newton Group’s capabilities, finding the person who contacted them was simply too easy.
The sound played, transmitting every word of the conversation from both sides without fail.
“This is the woman you need to target. I don’t care what methods you use, as long as you prevent her
from succeeding. Once it’s done, a hundred thousand will be transferred to your account.”
“Alright, Ms. Langdon, leave this matter to us,”
Upon hearing the sound, the young man’s eyes widened in surprise. Their meeting place was
extremely secluded. How could we get discovered?
Charles stood up and squatted down in front of a young punk and asked him in a deep voice, “Who is
this Ms. Langdon you’re talking about?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Charles chuckled. “Bring Sissi Langdon from the logistics department over here.”
The cigarette butt was flicked out, landing perfectly inside the punk’s clothes. Instantly, the punk
trembled all over, yelping from the burn.
Logistics department.
“Sissi, come out for a moment. Mr. Newton wants to see you.”
Sissy was engrossed in a gossip session with the people around her when she was suddenly called
upon, leaving her somewhat surprised.
The elevator ascended, and inside, Sissy straightened her clothes and discreetly touched up her
makeup. Watching her little movements, Isaac sneered.
Let her bask in her glory for a couple more minutes, she’ll have her share of tears soon enough.
Ding!
The elevator doors slid open, and Sissy quickly followed behind Isaac.
The top floor was where Charles worked. It was a place where junior employees like her never get a
chance to visit.
This was Sissy’s first time there.
“Mr. Turner, did the president not tell you why he asked me to come?”
To be honest, Sissy was still a bit nervous. She was afraid that she might say something wrong and
upset
the CEO.
She was not as beautiful as Whitney, nor as capable as Lana.
Isaac didn’t offer any explanation, he simply knocked on the door of the CEO’s office.
“Come in.”
Charles’s indifferent voice echoed, causing Sissy to instantly stiffen. Her heart started pounding wildly.
Upon entering the office and seeing those few thugs, Sissy swallowed nervously several times, and her
legs went weak.
Charles stared at her, lazily asking. “Do you know these people on the floor?”
Sissy shook her head. “Mr. Newton, I don’t know them.”
Charles fiddled with the wristwatch in his hand, scoffing coldly, “You’ll get to know them.”
With a single glance from him, the bodyguard once again raised his stun baton. He ruthlessly attacked
the gang of thugs right in front of Sissy.
This was the first time Sissy had witnessed such a scene, and it frightened her so much that she
collapsed to the ground. “Mr. Newton… what… what are you trying to say?”
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