JAMES WANE THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

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Chapter 217

Williams drove quickly to the location Mr. Sterling had sent him. The destination was an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

The structure loomed menacingly, its weathered walls covered in graffiti and ivy, the broken windows creating an eerie atmosphere.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and mildew. Rusted metal beams and stacks of discarded crates littered the area, casting long shadows in the dim light filtering through the cracks.

As he stepped inside, the faint sound of water dripping echoed through the vast emptiness.

He saw Mr. Sterling standing with Morris Huggo and a group of thugs who were lounging nearby, smoking and chatting amongst themselves.

Their laughter and gruff voices filled the air, adding to the sense of menace. The thugs were a rough-looking bunch, their faces hardened by a life of crime.

In the center of the room, Harris Drums lay sprawled on the cold, hard floor, tied up and barely conscious. Blood stained his clothes, and h