Harold’s entire body went limp upon hearing the news!


    As Donald’s bodyguards advanced, Harold, filled with fear, rushed towards Donald, backing away while nervously shouting, “Mr. Webb, what’s happening! I… we didn’t do this for you! You don’t need to show appreciation; why did you take away my arms?”


    Donald, consumed by rage, retorted, “If you even think for a second that this was for me, I’ll break your legs!”


    Harold’s terror was palpable. Before he could escape, several imposing bodyguards had him pinned to the ground.


    Donald’s bodyguards were not to be trifled with, and they didn’t hesitate to follow their boss’s orders.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    As Harold was shoved down, one of them picked up a brick from the ground and brought it crashing down onto his shoulder.


    Harold cried out in agony, but before his scream could fully escape, another sharp pain shot through his other shoulder, nearly causing him to lose consciousness.


    Witnessing his son in such distress, Christopher rushed forward to plead, “Mr. Webb… Mr. Webb! My son meant no harm. Even if he did something wrong, this is excessive…”


    Donald gritted his teeth, muttering, “Your father talks way too much! Get over here and break both of his arms!”


    In that moment, Donald realized this situation could not be concealed any longer, so he opted to align himself with Cynthia.


    His primary goal was to demonstrate to Cynthia that he was innocent.


    Therefore, when Christopher imed they acted with good intentions, it only served to tarnish Donald’s image.


    In such a case, he wouldn’t hold back on his actions!


    Disabling them would provide Cynthia with a sense of justice.


    If Cynthia could quell her anger, Donald hoped his troubles would diminish significantly.


    Little did Christopher realize that not only had Donald turned against him, but he was now also about to inflict harm on him!


    Seeing his son being ruthlessly attacked, Christopher’s instinct was to flee.


    However, as a frail older man, he stood no chance against Donald’s seasoned bodyguards.


    Before he could make it very far, he was swiftly subdued to the ground.


    He soon felt the same brick crash down on him twice, and he was tossed toward his son like a discarded rag. The father and son’s cries filled the warehouse.


    Their wails grew so loud that even the distant roar of a helicopter went unheard by those inside.


    Bloodied and battered, the father and son bore the marks of their ordeal, their shoulders stained with crimson, looking utterly horrific.


    Observing the devastation he had wrought on the father and son, Donald approached Cynthia with a bow, saying, “Ms. Wade, I’ve dealt with these two brutes. I hope you won’t hold a grudge…”<fn170c> Get full chapters from find[?]ovel</fn170c>


    Cynthia sighed in relief but couldn’t help but express her frustration: “You have to untie me!”


    “Oh, of course!” Donald hurriedlyplied, freeing Cynthia from her restraints.


    Once she regained her freedom, Cynthia sprang to her feet, disregarding her messy state. Her first instinct was to turn and grab ine by the hair, delivering a furious p to her face!<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>