Secretly The Lost Billionaire Heir

Chapter 221

Arnold huffed. His foot pressed harder on the man's chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. "How dare you tell me to get out of here!" he shouted.

The man's hands tried to remove Arnold's foot from his chest, but it felt too heavy for him. His breath hitched, and cold sweat poured down his face. He was on the verge of death if Arnold kept his foot on his chest.

"P-please," he begged in a weak voice.

Arnold quickly moved his foot. The man's breathing began to improve; he stared at Arnold with a vengeful gaze.

"I don't want to leave here, but you and those useless people must get out of here!" Arnold stated firmly.

"But—" The man wanted to speak, but Arnold interrupted him.

"I don't see any logical reason for all of you to stay here! I don't care if this is your headquarters, because you have committed a crime against a woman. This is your retribution!" Arnold exclaimed as he pointed his finger, making the man's mouth shut in fear.

"Don't lie down here like an idiot, and get out