Never See You Again

At the crack of dawn, Sergio's men threw James into a dark abandoned factory.

Bound and immobilized, James struggled against his restraints. Sergio sat across from him, the faint glow of the factory lights casting eerie shadows everywhere..

"Mmph! Mmph!" James tried to speak, but the tape over his mouth muffled his words.

With a signal from Sergio, Larry stepped forward and ripped the tape off James' mouth.

"Help! Help!" James shouted, but his cries echoed in the empty space and went unanswered.

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Larry's voice was cold and unfeeling. "We're on the outskirts, and it's the middle of the night. No one can save you, and no one will hear y

"What do you guys want from me? Mr. Brooks, I've helped you! How can you betray me like this?"

Sergio couldn't be bothered with James' childish ramblings. Larry directly took James' phone out and handed it to Sergio after unlocking it.

Sergio's gaze grew colder as he scrolled through the photos in the phone's gallery. Without a word, he turned on a shredder and tossed the phone in.

The shredder made a rumbling sound. The interior was overflowing with pitch-black diesel, instilling fear in anyone who witnessed it.

Sergio had no intention of wasting his words on James. His voice was cold as he said, "Throw him in."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Yes, Mr. Brooks."

James' face turned pale. "Mr. Brooks, you're insane! This is murder! You're the CEO of the Brooks Group! How can you do this?"

Sergio's eyes were frigid. It had been a long time since he'd dealt with anyone personally. A naive kid like James wouldn't understand the complexities of Seathburn City, which was filled with corruption and disguised battles.

Larry acted swiftly by hoisting James high up into the air. He glanced at Sergio and asked, "Now, Mr. Brooks?"

"Now."

After his confirmation, Larry immediately prepared to let go of the rope. However, just as he was about to release the rope, applause echoed through the factory.

Sergio turned to see Zion striding in, flanked by his form

his former subordinates. Their professional demeanor was unmistakable. Sergio hadn't expected Zion to find this place so quickly. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Zion, are you here to stop me?" "James is still useful Maeve said we can't kill him."

Sergio's voice was laced with cruelty. "An ungrateful brat like him will be better off dead."

"Maeve said we can't kill him." At Zion's words, his men surrounded Sergio, exuding an invisible pr

pressure.

Larry was quickly subdued, and the shredder was turned off

James was terrified, and he had wet his pants. He clung to Zion's leg o

's leg once he was let down. He shouted hysterically, "Save me! Save me!"

Zion frowned and kicked James away without hesitation. His men then pinned James to the ground.

Seeing this, Sergio said indifferently, "It seems that I won't be able to deal with him today. Mr. Spencer, until next time."

Zion stepped aside, allowing Sergio and Larry to leave the factory.

James laughed shakily in relief. "Hurry, take me back! I want to go home!"

Zion raised an eyebrow, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice as he said, "Maeve said not to kill you. But she didn't say anything about not beating you up."