CHAPTER 52

The bodyguards sprang into action, roughly hoisting the beaten gang members onto their feet.

Despite their weak, trembling protests, the bodyguards showed no mercy as they dragged the criminals out of the warehouse and toward the waiting SUV.

The fake barman, his face still contorted with guilt and shame, was escorted along with them, his own restraints a reminder of his betrayal.

The SUV’s engine roared to life, and the vehicle began to move, carrying its grim cargo through the city streets.

Nathan sat in the back of his car, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, the silence in the vehicle heavy with the weight of their mission.

His bodyguards, ever vigilant, flanked the subdued gang members, their expressions stern and unwavering.

After a tense drive, the SUV arrived at the gates of the Wilson mansion.

The mansion was a grand estate, surrounded by high walls and lavish gardens.

Memories of how he was humiliated and disgraced right there flooded his mind, especially when he lost his