2024-09-30 19:39:491 hour later, Andrew stood inside the tiny scattered room, he was sure this was the house his investigator had told him she stayed in.
But what he was seeing now was different, the room looked like it had been deserted for months. And why was it unlocked? Did she move? Andrew thought of many possible answers to the questions he had, but he found none. Concluding that this was not the house, he walked out of the battered green building and dug out his phone from his pocket, about to call his investigator and scold for giving him a wrong address. “Poor girl, I doubt she would come out of that alive” a voice flew into Andrew's ear, and he paused in his tracks. He snapped his head to the direction and saw two women seated on a bench at the corner, and they weren't there when he had passed earlier. Heaving a sigh of relief, he approached them to see if he could get answers to his questions. “She was kind, she didn't deserve such a cruel fate” the first woman said, her voice laced with pity. “Exactly, and Mr. Lethal doesn't set them free until they are dead or become mentally unstable” the second woman added. “He does that so they wouldn't be able to come out and talk about their experience in that death hole of his” the first woman said as soon as Andrew got close enough. “Excuse me, is this no 3 wall street? ” “Yes, it is, are you looking for someone? “Actually yes, her name is Benita” “Benita?” the first woman asked, her countenance falling flat instantly. Such an important detail did pass Andrew, as soon as he noticed the gloomy expression that had clouded the women's face, he decided to push more, maybe he could get some information from them. “Do you by any chance know her?” He asked, all though they had sold out that answer to him with their facial expressions, but he still wanted to hear directly from them. “Yes we do and…” the first woman said, stopping abruptly as the other one nudged her arms. Her mouth snapped shut immediately and she threw her face away. “Well, she isn't around as you can see, maybe you should come back later” She said dismissively At that point, Andrew knew they were hiding something he needed to know and he would get to the root of it. “I will give $20k to each of you , if you can tell me what I need to hear” “ Deal” the second woman who had been nudging the other one from talking blurted out without hesitation. “Your friend was taken away by Mr Lethal and I'm sorry you have to hear it this way” "What do you mean? Who's Mr Lethal? ”Andrew snapped , already getting pissed at how slow the woman was at telling him what he needed to know. The more she delayed, the more Benita was likely to get into more danger than she already was . “Mr lethal is a cruel loan shark. He offered people with low interest loans and after 3 months, he triples it and starts asking for a repayment in 3 weeks. If they can't pay it, he'll take them away.” “What!” Andrew growled, his eyes flashing with anger “Yes that's exactly what he does” “He owns a strip club where rich and dangerous powerful men go to relax, and take turns sleeping with one woman.” “His victims are used as sex slaves to please these horny men who drug them and brutally sleep with them .” “They pay heavily on each woman's head, and about 10 men sleep with her.” “Mr Lethal uses the women to do this everyday till they get sick, mentally unstable, or die after months.” “His targets are always struggling women…. “I think I have gotten the information I need” “Now where is this club of his located?” Andrew growled, his voice laced with fury The place went quiet as the women stared at each other All of a sudden, their laughter reverberated across the room as they bent forward clutching their stomach. “Wait, are you serious?” “Do you have a death wish?” “I didn't tell you this to go after him, you wouldn't even stand a chance” “Mr lethal has the tightest security in the world, nobody goes there without a membership card or else you get gunned down immediately.” “Where is the fucking club?!”Andrew snapped, causing the women to shudder, their faces turning serious. “Well that's the problem, I know it's an underground club located in the mountains part of the city but I don't know the exact location, I'm sorry” “No problem, I will get that information my way” Andrew said and In the next 2 minutes he had settled them, leaving them in awe. Andrew scrolled through his phone, and dialed a number Immediately a voice spoke up from the other line “Hello boss” “Philip, look into a club called Viagra, I need every bit of information, right now!” Andrew ordered,hanging up the call In less than 2 minutes Andrew's phone vibrated, he swiped it and placed it in his ear. “ Boss, I have sent the address and everything you need to know about Viagra club” “But…”his investigator trailed, fear clouding his mind. “Say it out” Andrew snapped, noticing the hesitancy in his voice. “Boss you need to hurry, the trade is starting in 5 mins and she could be auctioned to be gang raped at any moment from now.” “Leave that to me” Andrew growled , his voice thick with rage.
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Chapter 236 : The Trouble continues
After Andrew got a VVIP when others couldn't get it, the tension in the room shifted. The people who had mocked him earlier fell into stunned silence, unsure whether to feel jealous, suspicious, or humiliated. The VVIP wasn’t just a place you threw money at to get into—it demanded reputation, discretion, and a certain unspoken credibility that couldn't be faked, forged, or finessed. Even those with political clout or old money had been denied that access. It required more than money to gain entrance to. You had to be someone, not just act like someone. The moment Andrew stepped through those velvet ropes with Anastacia walking beside him, a ripple of whispers swept across the main lounge. Her friends wore forced smiles, eyes burning with curiosity and contempt. They had spent years trying to gain access, and this low-life husband of hers got in like it was nothing. That was enough to bruise fragile egos and awaken deeper rivalries.There was a game going on inside the VVIP—a bet
Chapter 235 : Fake Voucher
This was the moment they had quietly longed for. They had all sat there in their pretentious designer clothes, sipping on overpriced wine they could barely afford, barely able to conceal their anticipation for the humiliation they were convinced was about to unfold.How would Anastacia’s low-life husband come up with two million dollars?The laughter was restrained, but the mockery sat boldly behind their eyes. Andrew had no pedigree, no family name, no visible wealth—just an aura they couldn’t place and manners that didn’t fit their narrative. Deep down, they wanted to see him break. They needed him to prove them right. They needed a scene.Dorothy adjusted her necklace as though preparing for a toast. Paul leaned back in his seat, arms crossed like a judge awaiting the final plea. It was subtle, but the tension in the air was begging for embarrassment. They wanted Andrew to fumble, to sweat, to pull out a debit card and have it declined.But then Andrew reached into his jacket and
Chapter 234: Guilt trip
Anastacia had no choice but to oblige her friends’ demands. She didn't want to, but saying no would raise suspicion. If Andrew had been someone influential—a man with pedigree, a last name that made heads turn—she wouldn’t have waited to be told before proudly dragging him to their table. But Andrew’s case was different. He was a nobody. Not from a notable family, not the owner of any business. Nothing about him screamed success. Just a desperate man who married her for the sake of leeching off her family’s fortune. That’s what she told herself. That’s how she justified the disgust bubbling in her chest. To her, he was a disgrace. An unwanted shadow tied to her name. Nothing more. Still, with measured steps and a hollow expression, she walked toward Andrew’s table. This was going to be unpleasant, but backing out would make it worse.She tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. “My friends want you to come join us at our table,” she said, the words sliding off her tongue with
Chapter 233: Husband Of The Year
That word—“husband”—annoyed Anastacia to the brim. But she still maintained a calm demeanor and tried to keep her cool. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her break down, not now, not ever. She took a controlled breath, fingers curling beneath the table as her painted nails pressed lightly into her palm. She could already feel the judgment thickening in the air like perfume—too sweet, too suffocating. This was the part about this sham marriage that she had dreaded the most—when her friends and the influential people she knew would eventually find out about Andrew. She had rehearsed a dozen versions of this day in her mind, prayed it would stay in the realm of speculation until the quiet, discreet divorce. But now, here it was, thrown on the table like some scandalous appetizer. Eyes were watching. Ears were tuned in. Her armor had to stay intact, flawless, as always. They wouldn’t see her sweat.She had been friends with this group since high school, but deep down she
Chapter 232 : Recognized
“C’mon, it’s not possible that you would know someone like that,” Paul said, his voice edged with disdain as he leaned closer to Dorothy. He lifted his wine glass lazily, swirling the golden liquid inside without taking a sip. His gaze flicked briefly toward the direction Andrew had gone. They had all watched the brief incident that had unfolded between Mirian and Andrew. None of them had commented at first, but their eyes had said enough— even if Andrew wasn't a waiter as Mirain had mistaken him for , he didn't seem far from that .But there was a question lingering through their mind "How did he get a vip pass ? “Who knows, he might have gotten a free invite or something,” Paul said out loud as he smiled without warmth, clearly amused by the idea that someone dressed like that could be allowed in a place like this.“Paul is right. Where do you think you could possibly know someone like that?” Mirian asked dismissively , her voice laced with disdain .Dorothy looked over to Andr
Chapter 231 : One Of Them
“Get me an extra wine glass,” the voice, which belonged to Mirian—one of Anastacia’s friends—ordered again, this time harsher than the first.Andrew didn’t say a word to the lady to clarify that he wasn't a waiter. He didn’t need to. Even a blind man could see that he wasn't wearing the same uniform as the waiters. His outfit—a dark, unbranded polo shirt tucked into plain, well-fitted jeans—stood out against the polished uniform of the restaurant’s waiters. But the woman wasn’t blind. She was being deliberately condescending.Her tone had the sharpness of someone used to belittling strangers. It wasn’t the first time someone mistook him for less than he was, but Andrew didn’t react. He’d learned that silence sometimes hits harder than protest. He stared at her for half a second then turned his face away, impassive. He wasn’t here for drama. Anastacia shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she tried to hide the fury brimming inside her.She was pissed, but not because her friend was
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