All Chapters of Contract Over: You're Free to Go: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Deep within a building materials wholesale market in West District, there was a corrugated-metal warehouse with half its sign sheared off by a dump truck.Jerry Baker leaned against a stack of spackle sacks, holding a shiny gold item between his thumb and index finger before bringing it to his mouth. Then, he took a hard bite with his huge gold tooth.When he saw the faint tooth mark left on the gold bar, his turbid, bead-like eyes narrowed into two slits. Even the flesh on his face trembled twice alongside it."You do know how to make things worth my while, Mr. Unger. This is some good stuff and hard currency."He stuffed the gold bar into his pants pocket, then picked up a Rolex Submariner on the desk, which bore minor scratches across its bezel. After weighing it in his hand, he finally looked up at the man sitting across from him.Carlton wore a black baseball cap pulled very low over his face today. Dark stubble covered his chin.For the past half-month, he had lived more mi

The early-spring night wind blew in through the glassless windows of the mill, carrying a deep, biting chill.Standing at the storage room door, Walter clicked off his transistor radio with his thumb.He was in no rush to step inside. Instead, he stood in place and took two hard sniffs.Something was wrong, terribly wrong.The wind had considerably dispersed the stench. But still, this wasn't a smell a legitimate building material was supposed to have.The door to the storage room was left ajar with dim yellow light spilling through the crack.On duty, Desmond sat on a folding stool with his headphones on, furiously tapping away at a game on his phone. Every now and then, he cursed under his breath, completely oblivious to the fact that someone had appeared at the door.With his hands behind his back, Walter pushed the door open and strolled in.The storage room was piled high with paint barrels and acoustic panels, wrapped tightly in seamless moisture-proof films. The anti-cou

Half an hour later, Avery's red Porsche came tearing into the mill's courtyard and drifted to a stop.After receiving Silas' phone call, she hadn't even had time to change out of her pajamas before throwing on a coat and rushing over.The second she pushed open the door to the storage room, the harsh reek of lacquer thinner hit her. The stench choked her so hard that her eyes flushed red on the spot.Avery coughed. "Those bastards!"She stormed over in her heels to the pried-open bucket of cheap paint. The moment she saw the murky toxic sludge inside, she started shaking with rage."I went to the primary manufacturer's facility and checked the goods! The anti-counterfeiting stickers and seals came straight from the factory. How dare these bastards swap the goods in transit?"Without another word, she pulled out her phone, ready to call the cops."I'll call the police right now and tear the logistics company apart today. They must have a death wish for delivering a poison bomb to

In the top-floor CEO's office of TRS Group, steam was still wafting from a fine porcelain coffee cup.Louisa walked briskly into the office wearing a pair of flats. Ever since Teresa switched to flats herself, the women in the CEO's office celebrated. One by one, they ditched their sky-high stiletto heels.Louisa placed a brown envelope and a laptop on the desk."Ms. Sloan, the security team you sent to keep watch in West District has given us an update."There was a hint of rare nervousness in her tone.Teresa stopped turning the pages and immediately looked up. "Go on.""Carlton has finally made his move."Louisa tapped the tablet and pulled up a few high-resolution night-vision photos taken from a far distance, along with a copy of a freight bill."Our security team followed the trajectory of the delivery trucks and traced them to a shady building-materials dealer named Jerry Baker. "Tip-offs confirmed that Carlton bribed him with gold bars and swapped out all the eco-frie

Parked along the curb across the street from the mill was a familiar dusty black sedan.Carlton was slumped in the driver's seat, reeking of sourness from days without showers or a change of clothes. A baseball cap was pulled low over his face, and dark circles hung beneath his eyes as he stared intently at the mill across the street.Today was a big day.At least, according to his plan, today was the day Silas' reputation would be destroyed, and he would land himself a nice pair of silver handcuffs.Three white inspection vehicles were parked outside the gates, each marked with government insignia. A few environmental and safety bureau personnel in uniform had walked through the gates ten minutes ago, carrying professional detectors.Carlton rubbed his hands together in excitement. He picked up the phone from the passenger seat. The screen was illuminated, and an illustrated press release waited in WhatsApp's bulk-sender assistant, complete with photos.He had spent all night ob