Burn Me Once Burn With Me (Ruby Grayson) novel Chapter 668

Her words plunged the room into a heavy, suffocating silence.

She was right.

The moment Domingo agreed to testify against Hanley, he had become their ally. As decent human beings, they couldn't just abandon him and his wife to die.

Frustrated, Hayley ripped off her headset and tossed it onto the desk.

"We can't do this, we can't do that. What the hell *can* we do?!"

She initially thought this was a standard street abduction. With her hacking skills, tracking them would have been a walk in the park. She never expected the Blackwood Group to be involved.

They couldn't investigate legally, and they couldn't just kick down the front door!

*Knock, knock!*

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks echoed from the door.

The group exchanged wary glances. Ruby signaled Hayley to lock the computer screen before walking over to open the door.

A maid stood nervously in the hallway.

She gave Ruby a timid nod before looking past her to Garrison. "Mr. Cloud, there's a man at the front gate claiming to be a representative from the Blackwood Group."

The Blackwood Group?

The moment those words dropped, the exhausted group shot to their feet in unison. "The Blackwood Group?"

They said it simultaneously, sheer shock written across their faces.

"Morgan definitely sent him. What the hell is his game? Is he just here to rub it in?"

Hayley was practically vibrating with rage.

Fanny quickly grabbed her arm, trying to calm her down while glancing at Ruby, waiting for her call.

Garrison also looked to Ruby, deferring to her judgment.

"Let him in."

Ruby's voice dropped an octave. The anxiety in her eyes vanished, replaced by an impenetrable wall of cold, hard authority.

Seeing Garrison nod in agreement, the maid quickly retreated.

Moments later, she returned, leading a short, middle-aged man in a sharp suit into the study.

He rolled his eyes around the room, taking in everyone present, then adjusted his tie and cleared his throat loudly. "I am Vice President Miller, the newly appointed VP of the Blackwood Group. I've come to this humble abode to pass on a message from my boss."

Even Fanny, who was famously diplomatic, couldn't stop herself from scowling.

"Humble abode." The insult was thinly veiled as modesty.

Garrison couldn't help but cast an amused glance around his own home.

He was the Regional President of C Collective. This villa had cost millions of dollars, meticulously designed to his exacting standards. And yet, this middle-management lackey had the nerve to call it a "humble abode."

He let out a dry chuckle. "And what profound message does the new VP of Blackwood Group bring to our humble abode?"

Assuming Garrison was genuinely kissing up to him, the man puffed out his chest, lifting his short, stubby neck in triumph.

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