Chapter 365
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 365
The next morning, when Leanne stepped out of her apartment, Jake was already waiting downstairs.
She thought Curtis was there to pick her up early in the morning and was puzzled as to why he hadnât come up. Jake respectfully opened the car door for her.
The car was empty.
She turned to him, Jakeâs voice carried a hint of joy, âMr. Curtis sent me. From now on, be driving you to and from work.â
Was Curtis worried sheâd end up at the police station again?
Leanne scoffed internally, âThen whoâs driving him?â
âAlan.â
Oh, Alan the one who had that fender-bender with Suzan.
âWasnât he fired?â Leanne asked, puzzled.
âMr. Curtis said, considering his past good service, heâd give him another chance.â
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Leanne got into the car, Jake drove onto the main road, the morning rush hour traffic was heavy. After watching the scenery for a while, she turned back, âWhy isnât Curtis coming today?â
Jake replied, his hands steady on the wheel, âMr. Curtis has some business to tak of.â
Bang bang bang-
Just before eight, a thunderous knocking shattered the early morning tranquility of the apartment building.
Disturbed from his sleep, David got up, furious and shirtless, and opened the door cursin âWho the hell is knocking?â
Standing outside were four tall, burly men in black suits, expressionless.
Having been around the block a few times, David wasnât unfamiliar with confrontations. His anger paused, and he reflexively tried to shut the door.
Bang!
The lead man, square-jawed, black-suited, slapped on the door forcefully, the sound
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exploding next to Davidâs ear, completely dispelling any remaining sleepiness.
The door was pushed open forcefully, and David staggered back as the four men entered, positioning themselves on either side.
Behind them, an exceedingly handsome man walked in.
His pristine Oxford shoes crossed the threshold, his demeanor lazy yet dignified, utterly out of place in the cheap, tacky two-bedroom apartment strewn with beer bottles.
He raised his hand, his fingers elegantly holding a cheap business card, âUplink Credit Solutions. David, is that you?â
Smelling trouble, David couldnât immediately recall which person with such grandeur heâd antagonized.
âWho are you?â
The man nonchalantly introduced himself, âThe husband of Carlâs wifeâs sisterâs daughter.â David was still untangling that relationship when the man crumpled the business card and tossed it into an open takeout container on the table.
His bodyguards closed the door behind him.
David panicked, instinctively backing away, âWho let you in? This is breaking and entering, you know thatâs illegal?â
One of the bodyguards brought over a chair, placing it in the center of the living room. Curtis sat down gracefully, crossing his legs, âDidnât you invite me in?â
âLike hell I did!â
Curtis lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping icily over David, âI say you did, so you did.â
David turned to run to the balcony but was quickly subdued by the agile bodyguards and pinned to the floor.
Screams came from the bedroom; Curtis didnât even glance that way, âClose the door.â
A bodyguard shut the bedroom door.
Pinned down by two bodyguards, Davidâs face scraped against the floor, burning. A sudden realization dawned on him.
He had just intimidated Carlâs niece two days ago. Little did he expect she had a husband who played even dirtier than they did.
âWait!â David was quick to read the room, âLook, we can talk this out! Carl borrowed money from us and didnât pay back. The company demanded I cover the shortage, but how can I, just a worker, afford that? I had no choice but to approach your wife. But now I realize I approached the wrong person. Carlâs debt has nothing to do with you. You donât
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