Chapter 796

As those recent disasters replayed in his mind, Yankel's anger blazed hotter. In a fit of rage, he booted the coffee table, sending it tumbling.

He rose, pacing the living room like a caged animal. Then, struck by a sudden thought, he snatched up his phone and dialed Woden with a vicious sneer.

Yankel, since his embarrassing defeat by Liam, had benched Woden. The official line was to let him lick his wounds, but Woden knew the truth. He was out of the game.

For days on end, the Woden had holed up in his dingy rental, nursing wounds and numbing his pain with cheap liquor. Liam was the thorn in his side, the reason he was in that mess to begin with.

Then, out of the blue, his phone buzzed with a call from Yankel Bristow. A flicker of hope sparked in his chest as he answered, "Mr. Bristow, what do you need? You can rely on me. I'm ready to brave any storm for you!"

Yankel's reply came with a sneer. "You know what it means when my own bodyguard gets bested by Sunniva's, don't you? How