Chapter 373

Greg's hatred for Tyrone ran deep.

Driven by a near-mad obsession, he sought revenge with a relentless focus, willing to inflict any amount of suffering just to see Tyrone in pain.

Heather's panic surged as she pondered her next move.

"Mr. Greg, there's bad news!" A man burst into the room, his face etched with anxiety.

Greg's demeanor remained icy. "What's the rush? How many men did Tyrone bring?"

With both of Tyrone's women in his grasp, Greg wasn't concerned about the number of men he might bring.

"It's not that Mr. Tyrone is here," the man said, hesitating. "Something else has happened."

"Speak!" Greg snapped, his patience wearing thin.

Confident that Heather was trapped and unable to escape, he didn't bother hiding their conversation from her.

"There's a rumor going around that you've been smuggling arms with the South Astram military, and even General Baker has been mentioned," the man reported.

Greg's expression shifted, his brows furrowing. "Who leaked this?