Chapter 314
Chapter 314:
Atley’s demeanor remained dismissive, bolstered by the sheer number of his henchmen. Recovering from his surprise, he sized up Ashton and barked disdainfully, “Who the hell are you? We’re conducting business here, and it’s none of your affair. Get lost, or you’ll end up just like them!”
A flicker of amusement gleamed in Atley’s eyes as he spoke. He exchanged knowing glances with his thugs behind Ashton, a smirk curling his lips. The truth was, the James family was just bait. They had been sent to stir up trouble specifically for Ashton.
Observing Ashton step forward, Atley felt a surge of triumph, believing his ploy had succeeded. However, Ashton, sensing something amiss in Atley’s demeanor, remained composed.
His expression unyielding, he stated firmly, “I won’t ask again. Are you leaving, or not?”
Bolstered by Ashton’s resolve, Emalee found her voice, adding with newfound bravery, “If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!”
Atley scoffed dismissively and countered, “Do you think the cops will get here faster, or will we deal with you first?” As he finished, he narrowed his eyes maliciously, turning to Ashton with a venomous proposal. “But since you’re foolish enough to defend them, I’ll give you a chance. Come with us now, or no one in this room will leave in one piece!”
Ashton let out a chilling laugh, sensing their focus was clearly shifted to him. He realized this encounter was far from straightforward. If that was the case, he decided to see what kind of game they were really playing.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ashton agreed, his voice unwavering. “Fine. Just ensure you don’t disturb the elder’s rest.” He then turned to Bobby, offering a reassuring glance. “Rest well. I’m just stepping out to handle some trash. I’ll be back shortly.”
As Ashton prepared to follow the ill-intentioned group out of the room, Emalee found herself torn. She yearned to stop him but lacked the courage to voice her fears.
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Silently, she cast a sorrowful look toward her parents, the instigators of this chaos, her heart heavy with a burgeoning sense of sadness and inner conflict.
To gauge the other side’s intentions, Ashton played along and left the hospital with the group.
Soon, a convoy of thugs led by Atley surrounded Ashton’s car and escorted him to a derelict construction site in an old part of town.
Confident with the number of men at his disposal, Atley leaped from his vehicle and brandished a steel rod at Ashton’s car, taunting, “Weren’t you acting tough just now? I’m giving you a chance now. Step out of the car and show me what makes you think you can strut around like a big shot in front of me!”
Atley expected Ashton to cower in fear, to emerge from the car begging for mercy. He had even prepared a string of humiliating jibes and had his phone ready to capture Ashton’s pitiful state.
But to his astonishment, the engine of Ashton’s car roared to life. Without hesitation, Ashton slammed on the accelerator and sped directly toward Atley.
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