Chapter - 69

“Sir… Sir… Please forgive us. Please let us go. Please… No… No…”

Three men hanging downward in the middle of the room were urging him to leave but he kept smoking coldly in front of them. He didn’t care how harshly they were beaten up and how loudly they were screaming. All he wanted was to listen to the truth. His long legs were wrapped under well-stitched black pants and his white shirt was stuck to his masculine body revealing his abs. Long neck and perfect collarbone were peeking out of the collar and a golden chain was sparking arrogantly. The sleeves of the white shirt were half folded and a palm was inside the pocket of his pants. His eyes were red and dark, yes, he was drunk. So, he was toxic.

Thumpers panted and looked at him hopefully as they were tired and wanted some air to inhale. But it seemed that this man had decided to kill those roughnecks.

“Sir… They will die.” Assistant Nolan looked at the back of the ruthless president and dared to speak.

“If they wanted to sur