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Chapter 588
Chapter 588
It was clear that going after Tanner directly was a no-go. The photo had cropped him out, making him
virtually untraceable.
The Ramsels were a force to be reckoned with. As a son of the Lindberg family’s butler, he wasn’t in a
position to challenge them.
Robbie was the weak link.
As long as Robbie was silenced, the whole messy affair would be smothered for good.
Konnor vowed, “Alright, in two days, I’ll bring Robbie to you.”
Once Pete left, Konnor huddled with his crew to hash out the details.
Darian asked, “Boss, what happened? Who was that guy? Why’s everyone looking for Robbie these
days?”
In the past few days, waves of people had come knocking, desperate for a lead on Robbie’s
whereabouts.
Konnor replied with a warning tone, “That’s a guy we can’t afford to cross.”
Darian, not the sharpest tool in the shed, shot back, “Can’t afford to cross? I might as well just spill the
beans on Robbie to him.”
After all, his own life was top priority.
Little did he know, just by agreeing to one of Hughes’ requests, he had stirred up a hornet’s nest.
Konnor dismissed him with a wave, “Just get out of here, Darian, and stay out of this mess.”
Darian stormed out of the Red Jack Club, spitting on the ground in disgust. “Damn it! Summoning me
on such short notice, not even offering me a glass of water.”
He hopped in the car, and his underling immediately asked, “Boss, we are heading back to hit the
poker tables?”
“Forget it. I’m not in the mood,” Darian cursed under his breath. “Gather some of the guys; we’re going
to give Hughes a piece of our mind at the Blue Club tonight.”
Hughes had invited way too much trouble into his life.
And Darian was itching to let off some steam.
His underling nodded, ready to follow orders.
The Blue Club was winding down around 5 AM, with the staff busy cleaning up the floors and private Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
rooms. The front desk was closed to customers.
That was when a group of burly men clad in black barged into the Blue Club.
The receptionist tried to explain, “Sorry, gents, we’re closed.”
But they were adamant about cracking open a bottle in one of the private rooms.
The receptionist was at a loss, “We’re really not serving anyone right now. It’s daylight.”
Some staff members approached, trying to block the men.
Suddenly, one of the intruders slapped a staff member across the face.
“Closed? What the hell you mean you’re closed? What a bummer. Boys, let’s show ‘em how we do it!”
It was all just a pretext for a brawl.
Furniture flew. Bottles shattered. The floor was littered with broken glass.
Upstairs, Bryan rushed to Hughes, “Hughes, Hughes, we got trouble downstairs, man.”
Bryan replied, “No clue. They seem like thugs. They hit hard. Our boys, they’re just regular folks. Can’t
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They descended the stairs.
Surveying the chaos below, Hughes called out, “Who do we have here? How about you introduce
yourselves, so I can know who’s paid us a visit?”