Chapter 438

Everyone in the underground parking garage froze at the sudden noise, all eyes snapping toward the entrance. But when they saw it was just Hanson Bentley, their expressions instantly shifted into a smirk full of mockery. “Seriously? Just that injured guy? Thought it was someone worth worrying about.” One of them sneered. “Let’s not forget, we dragged him down the mountain like a damn mutt.” Garrett Bishop stepped forward, grabbing a wooden stick leaned against the wall and swung it a couple of times in his hand. “He treated us like dogs and even laid hands on us. I’ve had enough of his crap! What about you guys?!” The others echoed their agreement loudly. The racket they caused bounced off the bare concrete walls like thunder. Meanwhile, Claire Thompson was down on her knees nearby, totally ignored—like trash tossed in a corner. Blood from her forehead ran down her face, blurring her vision completely. She tried to focus on the figure walking in, but everything looked hazy. The silhoue