Rebecca was made even more furious when Zeke did not reply. She then scowled and shrieked, with no regard for her image, "Why are you so quiet? Have you gone mute or something? Get cracking! I want to see your chief of police right this instant, and I'll deal with you after! Don't you dare think that this is all going to blow over soon. Let me tell you—it's not going to end here! Just you wait, I'm going to strip you of everything you have, and that'll teach you not to mess with me!"Zeke had been trying his best to keep his cool, owing to the fact that this crazed woman before him had connections to Bristow Group and the chief-of-police in the city, but Rebecca was getting louder and more rude by the minute that he finally could not hold it in any longer. Zeke had long since detested the rich and affluent for their haughty ways, and his run-in with Rebecca had ignited a fury deep within him. He glared at her and shouted, "So what if your husband is the president of Bristow Group? D
After he had said his piece, Yousef did not immediately reach for his phone. Instead, he fixed Zeke and the rest with a steady gaze that spoke volumes.Zeke, along with several police officers, paled at the mention of taking the issue to state police headquarters. The thought of Mr. Yach from the state getting wind of that was enough to make them sick with worry. It would not just be them facing the music; Mr. Mosier and their chief would be dragged into the mess as well.However, their hands were tied by the ironclad directive from their superiors: no matter who came forward, Yankel was not to be released.Caught between a rock and a hard place, Zeke was torn. He could not afford to alienate either side, and it was tearing him up inside.After a tense half-minute, Zeke steeled himself and, with a heavy heart, offered Yousef an apologetic look. "Mr. Bristow, I'm really sorry. Our hands are tied. The truth is, we've got orders that Yankel can't be bailed out. I'm truly sorry."Yous
Zeke's heart raced as the angry voice thundered through the phone, sweat beading on his forehead.He hesitated, then stuttered out, "Mr. Yach, it's not that I won't let him go. It's Mr. Mosier's orders. No bail for Yankel, no exceptions."Clarke paused, his brow furrowing. "You're saying this came from Howard?""Yes," Zeke replied.Clarke went silent for a beat, and then his voice dropped an octave. "I don't give a damn about Howard's previous orders. I'm telling you now, let him go. I'll deal with Howard."With that, he ended the call.Zeke stared at the phone in his hand, his back slick with sweat.Regaining his composure, Zeke passed the phone to Yousef, then turned to the police behind him, his face etched with difficulty. "Let him out," he said, his voice tinged with resignation.The police's faces twisted in anger, but they were trapped by their own insignificance. They were just rank-and-file officers, and the man on the other end of the line was a titan with deep pocket
As she ranted, Rebecca took in Liam's outfit, and her nose wrinkled in disdain at the sight of his bargain-bin clothes.Liam's brow creased as he took in Rebecca's flashy getup and the cloying cloud of perfume that seemed to follow her. The overpowering fragrance was enough to make anyone's head ache."You're Yankel's mom?" Liam asked, his tone edged with disbelief.Rebecca sneered, her face twisted with contempt as she towered over Liam. "Yes, I'm Yankel's mother. You've got some guts, plotting against my son. Listen up, release my son this instant and apologize to him. If you don't, I swear I'll have you broken. You dare cross my son? You'll regret it!"Liam listened to her bluster, his eyes narrowing, a chill settling in his stare.Mistaking his silence for fear, Rebecca's laugh grew louder and more obnoxious. "What's wrong? Scared? Better do what I say, quick, or you'll wish you had!"To Rebecca, Liam was just a nobody from the backwater town of Drunham City. She thought it w
Rebecca's complexion shifted from ashen to crimson, her emotions painting her face with strokes of fury until it settled into a deep, angry red. Her eyes bore into Liam with lethal intent as she hissed through clenched teeth, "You... you have the gall to mock me? You'll regret this, how you dare to mock me."Look, if you know I'm Yankel's mom, then you ought to know my husband runs the Bristow Group. He's the owner, the patriarch of the Bristow family. Our family's name carries weight around here, and you have the nerve to mock me and set up my son? You're asking for trouble!"Rebecca's fury had boiled over. Liam's icy smirk only fueled her rage. She jabbed a finger at his nose and yelled, "I don't give a damn who you are! Mock me, mess with my son, and I'll make sure you regret it! Hey, what are you waiting for? Grab this jerk! You useless cops, letting the real crook walk free and snatching my boy instead—what good are you?"Get him! Take him down! If you don't, I couldn't care le
The bystanders shook their heads, one after another."Captain, we didn't see a thing!""Nope, nothing!""I didn't catch Mr. Cole raises a hand. However, I think this lady smacked herself and now she's trying to pin it on someone else!""Seriously, the nerve!"Rebecca was fuming, her anger making her jump up and down as she pointed accusingly at the crowd. "You're heartless! A bunch of lowly police officers, and you have the gall to insult me? Just you wait!"With that, she turned to Yousef, her face red and swollen, and sobbed, "Honey, look at what they did to me. These worthless officers and that despicable Liam had the audacity to slap me and laugh in my face. I'm your wife! Are they trying to disrespect the Bristow Group?"Yousef's face had turned stormy the moment Liam had slapped Rebecca. As he listened to her, he locked eyes with Liam.With a mocking chuckle, Yousef straightened his collar and met Liam's gaze with a frosty stare. "You've got some nerve, kid. However, do y
In a flash, Yousef's hand cracked across Sunniva's face, leaving her reeling. As he glowered at her, he barked, "Have you forgotten everything I taught you? Is that how you talk to your mother?" Sunniva, still reeling from the slap, felt her cheek burn with pain and humiliation. She glared back at Yousef, her eyes brimming with bitter defiance. "Mother? Do you think she's worthy of that title?"Oh, father, you're quite the saint, aren't you? Hitting your own daughter for that woman? It's no wonder Mom spent her days in tears, dying from a heartbreak. And you? You couldn't wait to parade that woman around before Mom's body was even cold. Do you think she can fill Mom's shoes?"Listen to me, Yousef. Mom's gone. You drove her to her grave! And me? I despise you. I'll despise you for the rest of my days!"Sunniva held her reddened cheek, panting from her outburst at Yousef before whipping her head around to glare at Rebecca with icy, spiteful eyes. "Rebecca, if you value your life, st
Liam's eyes sparked with defiance. "Then brace yourself for the Bristow Group's downfall," he said with a calm certainty that belied the gravity of his words.Yousef's laughter was bitter, his eyes glinting with veiled menace. "You're quite bold, kid. However, remember, pride comes before a fall. You're the first to talk to me like this in years. Anyone can proclaim that, but let's see if you've got the chops to back them up."Liam's expression was serene, betraying no fear. After listening to Yousef, he let out a soft laugh and said, "Mr. Bristow, let me give you a friendly tip: think things over carefully, or you're going to end up with some serious regrets."The room went silent, everyone taking a sharp breath.Was that guy out of his mind?He was actually throwing down the gauntlet to the chairman of the state's Bristow Group, telling him to brace for bankruptcy and warning of regrets to come!That was the state's powerhouse family. Even the big shots from Drunham City's elit