Chapter 89

Luis gave Wasyl a once-over before his gaze landed on the ornate brocade box. His eyes flashed with disdain and anger as he snapped, "Abbott family, Butler family, Lewis family, do you think Mr. Lynch is someone you can manipulate with your little schemes? Guards, take him away and look into his background!"

Before Wasyl could react, a bodyguard lunged forward, landing a punch that sent him sprawling to the ground. The gift box tumbled out of his hands, coming to rest by Cheryl's trembling feet.

"Ahh! I didn't... I was just..." Wasyl tried to scramble up to explain, but another punch slammed him back down, pinning him to the floor.

Wasyl did not dare to fight back. Tears streamed down his face as he begged, "Please, no more! I won't go in... Just let me go. I won't ever try something like this again... I'm begging you, have mercy!"

Cheryl stood frozen in shock, her legs shaking so much she could barely stand. Yafe and his companions stood frozen, their minds racing. Meanwhile, Luis