Chapter 1912

At 9:00 pm, Stanson arrived with a group of over ten men. "Mr. Newton, someone saw my two underlings being brought to your house. I expect you to bring them out now," he demanded. However, his true intention wasn't to rescue his subordinates. His family had countless pawns like them, and their fate was inconsequential to him. What mattered was that he was asserting his dominance. In Miravell, he was king. He could do as he pleased, with no fear of retribution. Anyone who stood in his way would suffer. Stanson lounged in the armchair, his right leg casually draped over his left, exuding an air of sheer arrogance. Wearing a subtle smile, Chandler played along. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Holland. Aside from you and your men, no one else has visited today." "Stop playing dumb!" Stanson snapped, his frustration now evident. "The men who disappeared were tracking your wife! Where else could they have gone if not here?" The moment the words left his mouth, Stanso