Chapter 1111

Chapter 1111:

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Although Chasen's father had not witnessed the couple's misdeeds firsthand, he had heard enough of their conversations in the car that he was confident the police could gather evidence.

The plump woman's husband's face drained of color. The idea that Chasen's father had the foresight to install a dash cam had never occurred to him. He had no idea when it had been instilled in him. In their line of work, leaving no trace was imperative. A dash cam was the last thing they'd want.

The husband hissed venomously, “You'll regret it!” His voice was a low growl as he gritted his teeth in fury.

It was at that moment that Matteo made his entrance. However, he had not called his bodyguards. Instead, he had brought the hospital director.

Matteo informed Mitchel that the couple was in the business of selling medical supplies to this very hospital. They had greased the palms of the heads of the Aurora medical department by securing contracts for the hospital's medical supplies.

Their profits had soared, filling their bank accounts and inflating their egos beyond measure.

The plump woman's husband immediately recognized the hospital director. When the director arrived, the husband cried out in despair: "Sir, we need your help. We have been bullied in your hospital. Please have these people taken away!"

The plump woman's husband believed he had a foolproof strategy. Once Mitchel and Raegan were ejected, their bodyguards would take care of them discreetly. The driver, in particular, was a loose end that had to be tied up, his silence bought or enforced.

When the director heard the plea, he gestured for hospital security to intervene.

Aurora Hospital was more accustomed to fighting than Ambrosia, where gun violence was common.

The hospital had already dealt with aggressive parties before. Those whose loved ones were not saved often took revenge on the staff. Therefore, the security team was always armed, ready to protect both patients and staff.

A squad of imposing security guards advanced, weapons at the ready, exuding an air of authority.

The director approached Mitchel, apologizing profusely. “I’m very sorry to bother you, Mr. Dixon.”

The plump woman's husband couldn't suppress his mocking smile. However, confusion marred his triumph. Mr. Dixon? In the realms of Ambrosia, the Dixons were a household name, and boasted the richest patriarch in Ardlens.

The husband considered the possibility of a mistake, but shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps the director had expressed himself badly.

Brimming with confidence, the plump woman's husband sneered, “Are you scared now? Remember, if any of you try to fight back…”

"Bang!" With a snap of his fingers near his temple, he threatened: "That will be the end for all of you!" He believed he had instilled fear in them.

However, to his surprise, the next moment the security guards quickly lifted him off the ground and made him leave.

“Hey, wait… Did you make a mistake… You're taking the wrong person.”

His protests echoed, his voice tinged with the shrillness of disbelief.

The plump woman started screaming: "Don't you see? Those who need to be taken are right there."

Furious, the plump woman pointed at Mitchel in the wheelchair and Raegan, yelling, "Take those two bastards away for me!"

Almost immediately, she was hoisted up by the hospital director's security guards.

The director snapped at the plump woman: “You and your husband have insulted our honorable guests. “I will report this incident as an interference in the harmony between the two countries.”

“What are you talking about?” The plump woman's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected such a drastic consequence.

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