Chapter 119 Then We Die Together

That night, a sharp-looking middle-aged man stepped into the living room at Northcrest Villa, his expression dark and tense. He was William's assistant, Hank. Hank shot Sam a sour look. "Mr. Goodwin, did I do something to offend you? Why did you break into my house and drag me all the way here?" Sam sat on the couch like a king on his throne, fixing him with a cold stare. "Where's Madison?" His voice didn't rise or crack. It stayed flat and empty, and that was what sent a chill crawling down Hank's spine. Hank tried to play dumb. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam didn't buy it for a second. His voice remained calm, but a quiet threat lurked underneath. "Really? Then why don't you explain what happened to my grandfather's nine-figure fund? Or maybe tell me where the new bodyguards went?" The moment Hank heard those questions, he knew he couldn't pretend anymore. "I'm sorry. I report to Mr. Goodwin Senior." The meaning was obvious. He wasn't about to cross William.