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Chapter 395:

“Mr. Figueroa, don’t be ridiculous. If I intended to threaten you, these papers would already be sitting in a police station, not here on your desk. Now tell me, are you still insisting that I pay to get Rory released p>

“Darrion, go and bring Rory over!” Elmore instructed.

“There’s no need for that, Mr. Figueroa. I’ll go get him myself,” Wyatt said.

Elmore faltered at the unexpected reply but didn’t argue. Wyatt then motioned for Darrion to lead the way.

In a cramped, dimly lit room, Rory sat slumped among piles of clutter, his appearance unkempt, his body carrying a sour stench. The moment the door creaked open, Rory’s head snapped up. Thinking Jewell had come to save him, he hurried forward with relief in his voice. “Dad p>

When his eyes landed on Wyatt and Amelia, the relief drained, replaced by resentment. Looking directly at Wyatt, Rory spoke with venom. “Does seeing me like this please you? Now that I’ve been taken down, you finally have no competition p>

“You give yourself too much credit. I’ve never seen you as competition because you don’t measure up. Frankly, you’re too foolish,” Wyatt said.

C𝗵і𝗻𝗲𝘴𝘦 ոo𝘃еl𝘴 𝗍𝘳𝖺ոѕ𝘭𝗮𝗍е𝘥 𝘰n

“You p>

The insult sent Rory’s face into a twisted mask of anger.

For Amelia, that moment revealed exactly what it meant to deliver a truly cutting remark. She thought it was satisfying.

Not stopping there, Wyatt continued, “You’re so stupid that you can’t even tell when someone’s setting you up. With your brain, you thought you could take charge of the Stewart Group p>

“Rory, are you hurt?” Jewell, who had been waiting in the car, came running up the moment he spotted Rory, throwing an arm around him for support.

But then, he recoiled almost immediately, pulling his hand away with a grimace. “What’s that stench on you p>

Rory had spent two full days locked in that cramped storage room, forced to eat, drink, and relieve himself there. It was a humiliation he had no intention of admitting.

“Mr. Stewart, you’ve got what you wanted. I will leave now,” Darrion said.

“Tell Mr. Figueroa this — Rory is never to set foot in your casino again. If he does, I’ll see to it that the place shuts down for good,” Wyatt said.

The threat made Darrion’s eyes flare with irritation, but Wyatt’s status stopped him from lashing out. “I’ll pass the message along,” he said reluctantly.

The exchange left Jewell wearing a faintly pleased expression, though it vanished the moment Wyatt said to him, “He’s been returned to you unharmed. Make sure you honor the agreement you signed p>

Without another glance, Wyatt took Amelia by the hand and guided her toward the car.

Jewell watched them go, his gaze clouded with resentment.

“Barrie, drive to the Riverview Road junction,” Wyatt instructed after getting inside the car.