Chapter 670:
Eloise, with masterful calculation, deliberately amplified her voice, letting her words echo through the space. “What? Are you actually going to hit us?” Her carefully chosen words achieved their intended effect, drawing the attention of the family heads present, who simultaneously turned to observe the unfolding drama.
A wave of genuine fright washed over Kole, prompting him to hastily retract his accusing finger. When his gaze inadvertently locked with Grant’s cold, utterly venomous stare, a prickle of icy sweat immediately broke out on his back. To the unsuspecting public, Grant presented a facade of kindness and composed reason. However, his clandestine activities were known to be more lethal and insidious than the bite of the most venomous viper.
With a discernible shiver running down his spine, Kole quickly averted his eyes, lowering his head in a gesture of submission, and began to make his way over.
Smack! The crisp, resounding sound echoed through the air. Just as Kole caught up with the group, he received another sharp, stinging slap from Jorge. “What in the hell did I just tell you moments ago? Have you forgotten it all so quickly, you imbecile?” Jorge thundered.
This time, Jorge’s hand struck with brutal force, the impact reverberating like a thunderclap. The violence served a dual purpose: a grim display of discipline for Eloise’s benefit and a desperate performance to appease Grant’s watchful eyes. Crossing Eloise could destroy his future, but provoking Grant’s wrath promised a slow, agonizing death.
The Delgado bloodline hung by a single thread. Kole was their only heir. Jorge’s paternal instincts clawed at him—he would not allow his boy to die over such reckless stupidity.
Kole’s jaw remained set in stubborn rebellion until Jorge’s hand rose again, fear finally cracking his resolve. “Dad! I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up! Please don’t hit me again.”
“Enough!” Grant’s voice cut through the air like ice, his glacial stare pinning Jorge in place. “Handle your family business behind closed doors.”
Jorge’s hand froze mid-swing, instantly obedient.
Grant paused beside his car, his gaze following Eloise and Christina as they disappeared through Morfort Restaurant’s entrance. A dangerous glint sparked in his eyes.
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The car door slammed shut, sealing them in leather-scented darkness. Grant’s voice emerged flat and deadly. “Jorge, get rid of the woman next to Eloise.” That insufferable Christina had made a fool of the Reed family one too many times, sabotaging their carefully laid schemes. Her continued existence was an insult they could no longer tolerate.
“Absolutely!” Jorge’s eyes blazed with savage anticipation, his lips curling into a predatory smile that promised suffering. A moment of silence stretched between them before Jorge ventured carefully, “And what do we do about Eloise herself?”
“Patience.” Grant’s face remained a mask of stone, revealing nothing of his inner calculations. “We just had a public confrontation. Move against her now, and every finger will point straight at us.”
Jorge’s head bobbed with understanding, his confidence returning in full force. “Give me a week, and that woman will vanish without a trace, like she never existed.”
Their next human trafficking shipment was already scheduled for departure. She would simply become another piece of cargo, bound for foreign shores and a fate worse than death.
“Good. But don’t get sloppy with the transport,” Grant warned.
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