GoodNovelChapter 1108 But he didn't have tto ponder this and immediately shouted into the phone, "Mr.
Burke! It's me, Bruno! They're going to sendto the police station, you must help me!" "Bruno?" Jalen's voice deepened with a hint of anxiety.
"Wyatt, what's the matter?" Wyatt, holding the phone casually, posed the question that hung heavy in the air.
"Jalen, how do you manage your men? This one had the audacity to harass Mr.
Walsh's girlfriend.
Now Mr.
Walsh wants to hand him over to the police, but he mentioned your name, asking my boss to show you srespect.
What do you make of this?" A sharp intake of breath sliced through the air on the other end, followed by a frigid response that sent shivers down Bruno's spine.
"I'm not familiar with Bruno.
Let Mr.
Walsh know he can handle it however he wants.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI'm cool with that." "What?" Bruno felt as though the floor had dropped out from beneath him.
Did he hear that right? Jalen was washing his hands clean of him, leaving him at Domenic's mercy! Despair surged through Bruno, his voice cracking as he cried out, "Mr.
Burke, those things I did for you, if the police find out, it will definitely implicate you.
You must help me!" Jalen's voice cut through Bruno's hopes like a knife, icy and unforgiving.
"What have you done for me? Stop spouting nonsense.
That was all your doing, nothing to do with me.
And I'm not foolish enough to leave any evidence for anyone to catch.
You were merely a tool, Bruno, and you dare to think otherwise? Blyourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have.
Don't even consider draggingdown with you!" These words completely shattered Bruno's hopes.
He collapsed to the floor, dazed and soul-crushed.
"That's it then, I'm hanging up," Wyatt declared, poised to disconnect.
But before he could end the call, Jalen's voice interrupted.
"Wyatt, it's been such a long tsince we last met.
When can we hang out again?" "I'm very busy lately, no time.
We'll talk later." "Hey, don't be so cold.
I..." Before Jalen could finish, Wyatt ruthlessly hung up the phone.
Bruno stared in disbelief at Wyatt, standing stoically beside Domenic.
He was just Domenic's subordinate, yet he seemed to hold an unexpected sway with Jalen.
How powerful was this Domenic? With a last flicker of hope, Bruno crawled to Domenic's feet, clinging to his trousers and pleading hoarsely, "Mr.
Walsh, I was wrong, I truly was! It was my fault for not recognizing who you are, my fault for offending Miss Stewart.
I swear I'll never do it again.
Please, sparethis once.
I beg you!" Domenic crouched down, meeting Bruno's gaze with a cold stare.
"I warned you not to overstep your bounds.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, you chose to disregard my warning.
Consider it an act of kindness that I'm handing you over to the police." Bruno stood there, stunned.
Suddenly, Domenic's earlier warning replayed in his mind.
It had always been about Lindsey.
He realized he had misinterpreted the warning and now faced the O M consequences of his actions. Regret washed over him like a tidal wave.
How could he have been so blind? He wished he could rewind tand miste correct his mistake. Domenic didn't spare Bruno another glance.
Instead, he signaled Wyatt with a subtle nod.
Comprehending, Wyatt swiftly intervened, grabbed Bruno and tossed him over to his men.
Bruno's screams echoed through the hall as he was dragged away by men clad in black attire, his voice gradually fading into silence. "How's the situation with the reality show?" Domenic inquired in a subdued tone.
Wyatt assured him, "Everything's under control.
Regarding the online rumors about you and Miss Stewart, should we suppress them?" Domenic cast a contemplative gaze toward Lindsey, who stood a few feet away.
"No need," he said with conviction.
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