Chapter 1542

"Have you forgotten your position?" Mortimer roared. "What gives you the right to speak to me like that? Get down here right this instant. You're suspended from further duties pending investigation. Also, return all the sandbags to Eustace." "No!" Wesley screamed. "I know what you're scheming, Dewey. Eustace monopolized all the sand and gravel businesses in the area, so the money we fork out to him to buy the sandbags will eventually end up in your pockets, correct? "You damned animal. You're willing to sacrifice the villagers' well-being and properties for your own selfish gains. Do you really still believe that you're a good fit for the position of town mayor?" Mortimer had always been a king-like existence in Arabelle. No one had ever dared to speak to him this way. He was infuriated and shaking all over. He wanted to lunge at Wesley to tear his mouth right off his face, but he was stopped in his tracks by Preston. "Dewey, you no-good bastard! We won't listen to you if you don't