Chapter 1904

"Someone get in here and beat him. Just don't kill him," the manager snapped, grabbing the heavy glass ashtray and smashing it against Johnny's head.

He'd put in years of hard work here, just about to get the promotion he'd been dreaming of. Now, thanks to Johnny, everything was ruined.

The manager's eyes burned red with anger. Usually, he'd look the other way, no matter how much trouble Johnny caused. But not tonight. Not after this.

The ashtray shattered on Johnny's skull. Blood streamed down his forehead, and he rolled on the floor in pain, twisting and writhing like a wounded animal.

"What are you all standing around for? Get to it!" the manager yelled.

Fiona stood up, quietly copied the security footage off the SD card, and turned to leave. The Golden Glow had all kinds of ways to deal with people. What mattered now was how the manager handled things.

"If you do this right, your promotion's still possible. But if you screw it up, forget about moving up-you'll be stuck as manager here for life," she said.

Tyler patted the manager's shoulder, giving him a quick, pointed smile. It was all up to the manager now.

With the evidence in hand, Fiona and Tyler walked out of Golden Glow.

The manager watched them leave, then wasted no time-he ordered the guards to clear out the place, leaving just Carson behind.

Everyone knew the rules at Golden Glow. No one wanted trouble. The rich kids got the message and headed out without arguing.

"Open the door," the manager ordered.

Right away, Carson's suite was thrown open. The woman in his arms shoved him off her, making him nearly tumble off the couch, and then tossed her drink straight into his face.

Carson blinked, dazed-the alcohol in his system making it hard to think straight.

"Cut off his finger and send it to the

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Kidd family," the manager said coldly. Then he glanced at the girls and softened his tone. "You don't need to be here for this. It's not something you want to see."

"Thank you, sir," one of the girls mumbled, and the group hurried out.

As they left, two stocky guards came in-one holding a butcher knife, the other carrying a cutting board, still stained with fresh blood. The girls bolted, terrified.

The shock sobered Carson up in a heartbeat He slumped on the couch, frozen, eyes darting around the room for anyone to help

him but he was alone. Finally, it hit

him what was about to happen.

"Wait-what are you doing? I'm from the Kidd family! You can't touch me!" he stammered.

The manager walked up and slapped him across the face, then kicked him hard in the jaw. Carson howled, clutching his chin, spitting out blood and two teeth onto the floor.

"You can't! You can't do this! The Kidd family is powerful in the States, if you—" "You three, hold him down and get it over with. What a pain—almost screwed up my future tonight. Move fast and I'll make sure you get a bonus," the manager said.

The promise of extra cash lit up the guards' faces. Who didn't want more money?