บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Webb, Make Your Move!: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

In Yosef and Charvi's conversation, there was a mention of 'the thing Mr. Slate said'. Did Connor suspect someone had been murdered?Putting together the clues, including her mention of 'digging a hole', Yosef must have realized the crime that was committed. That was why he reported it today, which led the police to her for a statement.Stanley looked troubled, his usually calm face tense. "You almost got into trouble last night? Why didn't you tell me?"Zara adjusted her scarf and bit her lip. "They didn't get to me. I ran as soon as I sensed what they were up to."Stanley's voice was heavy. "Are you sure you want to let Sarah get away with it?"If it was just a 'prank', maybe it was best to let it go.Even after the prank caused such a big mess, Zara wanted to drop it. Stanley, though, was not ready to let it go.Zara really did not want any more trouble. "I've already taken the peace-offering money. Let's just end it here," she said.Then, she asked, "Where's Apricot Village

Yosef was in the upstairs area of a bar. He was not a fan of loud places.Even West Palace, which was a quieter spot owned by Wilder, was not his cup of tea—much less a place just for fun.He was here tonight because someone had asked to meet him at this bar. He only learned it was a bar upon arrival.He lounged in a booth with his legs crossed, ignoring the drink in front of him. When he felt thirsty, he simply picked an orange from the fruit plate.He peeled it into four sections and ate them one by one, his movements calm and graceful.Yosef was not in his usual shirt today but a black turtleneck and a dark brown suit jacket. He stood out in the noisy bar, looking cool and proud."Mr. Chase, there's no need for this chat. The demolition payout is already fixed, and it's the same for all the villages. I can't just give you more money on the side."The music boomed from below, but Yosef's face was expressionless. His voice was even. "Besides, this project involves three other c

Portly and Lanky stood by the door, puffing on their cigarettes. Lanky said, "You watch her, I'll go get the boss. Keep your eyes peeled, and don't let her get away!"Portly just chuckled. "She's just a woman. How's she gonna run? Plus, she's drugged up. Her legs are probably like jelly!""You used a sleeping drug on her, right?""I couldn't catch her in the forest that night, but I've been thinking about her ever since.""What kind of drug did you use?""That one. Hurry up and go. When you're back, we'll head in. The boss didn't say we couldn't have a little fun first!"Lanky stroked his chin and left in a rush. Portly licked his lips, already dreaming about his prize.Then, a crash came from inside. Portly did not hesitate and burst through the door.All he found were ropes scattered on the floor. She was gone!He panicked, looking all around. What happened? Where was she?!Zara was hiding right behind the door.The moment he opened it, she dashed out, slammed the door shu

The leaves trembled in the wind, casting dancing shadows on the ground like restless willow branches.Zara was completely unresponsive while Yosef seemed to be suppressing a chill in his gaze, especially since she had just called out Shawn's name.He was relentless, yet he seemed detached.Suddenly, a cell phone rang. Zara flinched, and Yosef whispered, "Relax."Zara could not relax.Was that... her phone?Was her phone not taken away by Portly and Lanky?It turned out it was not.Her mind was all fuzzy, and she had just assumed they had taken it, which was why she did not think to call the police right away.Those two goons did not even bother to tie her hands behind her back or check for her phone?If she had known she still had it, she would have called for help sooner, and she would not be trapped under Yosef now...One mistake really did lead to another.She never should have gone to this bar.Yosef had no idea Zara had so much on her mind. Hearing the phone ring, he

Zara's fingers tightened on the fabric of the man's sweater.Yosef looked down at her, noticing her sudden dependence. He then turned to Winston. "Jane? You must be mistaken, Mr. Chase. She's my secretary."Winston's laugh was cold and mocking. "Impossible. She's Jane. I'm not wrong about her."Yosef let out a small, confident smile. "So, you're saying I'm the one who's mistaken?"He spoke lightly, but his presence was commanding. Just standing there, he made it clear that he was not to be challenged.His authority came from his family's generations of wealth and power, from his company's dominance in the business world, and from his own reputation for being decisive and feared in the cutthroat world of business.His confidence and pride were not without reason.When he said he was right, who would dare to argue with him?Winston's face was a storm of colors, anger and fear flashing across it. He had tried to scare Yosef, but Yosef did not even flinch. Instead, Yosef had Winsto