Chapter 117

Bad intention

As Kim's colleagues lay on the ground, battered and bruised, they could only pray for the relentless assault to come to an end. Each blow felt like a hammer to their already weakened bodies, and they struggled to find the strength to endure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miller's men backed down, their cruel laughter echoing through the warehouse as they studied the damage they had inflicted on them. Feeling satisfied, they proceeded to make the transfers to each of their accounts, the sound of electronic transactions sounding in their ears.

“Check your phones, I know you will love what you will see and it will make up for any inconvenience you have endured.” one said, smiling sheepishly.

As the money appeared in their accounts, Kim's colleagues couldn't believe their eyes – the sight of $50,000 deposited into their bank balances was both shocking and surreal. “Wow! This is too much,” they exclaimed, glancing at each other. Despite the fear and pain they ha