Chapter 1110

Chapter 1110:

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Meanwhile, her husband looked around furtively, entertaining the vile idea of ​​pardoning himself before passing Raegan to Korbin.

Mitchel's expression turned into one of revulsion at such repulsive thoughts. Without warning, his cane flew out of his hands!

“Clang!” The custom-made black cane struck the husband's head, blood gushing from the wound instantly.

“Ow…” He grabbed his head, moaning in agony. “Who the hell hit me!” The staff had moved too quickly. He wasn't prepared for the blow and staggered from the force.

The plump woman saw who had thrown the stick. It was the man they called the “cripple.” He barked orders: “My dear, tie them up. Send this fellow to the jungle, and this lady to Korbin's pleasure. “To hell with them.”

Her husband, excited to carry out the order, barked at the driver: "You useless, blind old man, what are you doing standing there? Handcuff him first."

Assuming Mitchel posed no threat, they hoped the driver would easily restrain him. They would then call the bodyguards to take the two captives to their vehicle.

As the driver approached Mitchel, Raegan braced herself for disappointment, for she thought he was being honorable. But the driver straightened up, bowed respectfully, and said, “Chasen just told me about your kindness, that you've been good to him. “Thank you, young lady.”

Raegan, surprised by the unexpected show of gratitude, quickly waved goodbye. “I’ve hardly done anything worth mentioning. It's Chasen who has a keen sense of justice. “It’s he who deserves praise.”

The plump woman's husband, consumed by fury, bellowed, "Why are you thanking him? I ordered you to beat them!"

Facing the plump woman's husband, the driver declared: "Sir, I cannot be a part of this. I must support this gentleman and this lady."

The husband, accustomed to being in charge, was livid. He should have been the one giving the orders, and yet there he was! He shouted indignantly: “What's the matter with you, you old fool? Are you going to quit your job and go begging in the streets?”

With a defiant gesture, the driver removed his tie, rolled up his sleeves to reveal a surprising musculature, and announced: "I resign!"

The plump woman and her husband were speechless. They had thought Chasen's father was weak, always timid and aging.

They never felt his presence in their plans. They relegated him to the car, considering him too weak to be of any use to them.

Little did they know that Chasen's father had been hiding his true capabilities, choosing not to participate in their nefarious activities.

The husband threatened with a grimace: "You're giving up? You'd better be careful. I might come after your son."

A quick breeze took his breath away.

Chasen's father's fist connected with the husband's face as he thundered, "Lay one finger on my son and it will be the last thing you do!"

“Shit! Ah!” The plump woman's husband let out a heart-rending scream.

Already reeling from the blow to the head, a punch to the face added insult to injury, turning his countenance into a garish canvas, almost laughable in its absurdity.

At this scene, Chasen jumped up, his applause ringing through the air: “Dad, you are a hero!”

In his son's admiring gaze, Chasen's father found renewed strength.

She turned to her husband with determination. “I will hand over the dashcam footage to the Ambrosia police. “You will not escape justice for your crimes here.”

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