Chapter 592

It’s a small world.

In a surprising turn of events, he came across Marlowe Yanice.

Bruce, whenever he stepped out, was usually accompanied by a swarm of bodyguards. Even in their absence, he was incredibly discreet in his movements, doing everything possible to avoid being identified.

He was, after all the wealthiest man in Greyport. There were plenty who wouldn’t mind stirring up trouble for him.

Marlowe gave a malevolent smile, “Execute it smoothly. Let’s not stir up any fuss.”

The assistant responded in a devious tone, “Rest assured, President Yanice.”

Il arrange it over a call…

As Bruce drove, there was a churning unease in his chest.

Summoning every ounce of strength that remained, he attempted to swallow a few times, a laborious task that seemed to drain him more than he’d like to admit. Yet, the uneasy discomfort refused to subside, lingering at the back of his throat like an unwelcome guest. His throat itched unbearably, prompting a string of harsh coughs that resonated within the confined space of the wrecked vehicle. His futile attempt to regain control of his situation was punctuated by a low, involuntary groan, “Cough, cough, ugh…

He couldn’t suppress the urge to cough out a mouthful of blood.

Bruce frowned and instinctively wiped the corner of his lips with his sleeve.

no sleep, his body

this state was a recipe for disaster.

by the unexpected sight of a dilapidated van. Without so much as the courtesy of a blinker, the driver recklessly manoeuvred his vehicle into The adjacent lane.

Bruce exclaimed, quickly maneuvering his car. He

under his breath, “What

van deliberately changed lanes again, blocking

car swerved in aggressively, boxing in his

metal

realized he was in trouble.

though he was skilled and could handle a handful of attackers, any

not to exit the car.

to overtake

kept hitting the brakes, attempting to halt

“Crash, crash!”

from either side sandwiched Bruce’s vehicle in the

engine, barreling forward with full throttle.

utterly deformed from

a

of the other drivers, they had not only failed to stop

both vehicles flipped

breathed a sigh of relief when a woman pushing a stroller appeared in front. Ignoring the

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