Chapter 308 Maurice had ordered to send Harvey down as a boxed set.
Harvey's smug grin froze on his face. His disbelief turned to anger as he glared at the man in the wheelchair. "You cripple! I'm the head of the Walsh family now. Do you dare to kill me?" When the words left his mouth, one of Maurice's men delivered a hard kick to Harvey's stomach.
This wasn't the sas Felicia's earlier kick. This time, the blow was full force, sending Harvey sprawling to the ground, coughing up blood. His face turned ghostly pale.
"What makes you think you can speak to Mr. Glovers like that?" the man spat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Take him away!" Without hesitation, several men grabbed Harvey and dragged him off.
It was only then that Harvey noticed something striking. The plane had landed at Ablil Airport, with the Glovers' nprominently displayed on the jet's livery.
He pieced the puzzle together, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. That "cripple" wasn't just anyone he was Maurice, better known as Mr. Glovers, the ruthless head of the Glover family. Harvey froze in shock, his body trembling violently.
Years of arrogance had made Harvey dismissive of others, even when he suspected the other party's identity might be extraordinary. Though he felt a twinge of unease, fear was not in his nature. But Harvey never imagined that this crippled man before him was none other than Maurice Glovers.
The Glovers were notoriously low-key, but their reputation for ruthless efficiency was known far and wide. If Maurice said he'd throw someone out of a helicopter mid-flight, he'd do it without hesitation.
Panic set in as Harvey's thoughts raced. Desperate, he called for the only person he thought might save him. "Help me! Felicia, help me! I'm your cousin-your blood cousin! You can't just leaveto die like this!" Harvey thrashed and screamed, his voice raw with desperation.
Inside a nearby Bentley parked beside the plane, Felicia leaned back against the luxurious leather seat, watching the commotion unfold through the rearview mirror. Her gaze was calm as she took in Harvey's pitiful struggle.
"Are you going to save him?" Maurice's voice cfrom beside her. He had just been helped into the car. "If you ask, I might consider it." Felicia glanced away from the mirror and said coolly, "Let's go." Maurice raised a brow, mildly surprised. "If he hadn't cursed you out on the plane, would you have saved him?" Felicia tilted her head slightly and replied with a question of her own. "Why would I?" Her voice was indifferent as if the idea itself was absurd.
She could barely protect herself-how could she afford to worry about saving anyone else? Especially someone like Harvey. He had brought this on himself. Why shoul@she intervene? Even if she saved him, a man like Harvey wouldn't feel gratitude. He'd only turn around and make her life harder.
Maurice seemed even more intrigued. "If you never planned to help him, why say you'd spare his life in the first place?" He had been waiting for Felicia to beg him, but she'd never followed through.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFelicia let out a soft "oh" and pretended to be confused. "Did I say that? I don't remember."
Maurice was momentarily speechless. He had no idea Felicia was playing him on purpose-giving someone hope only to snatch it away. It was so calculated. So ruthless. Harvey was still struggling and shouting in the rearview mirror, calling for Felicia to save him. However, his pleas eventually turned into curses when no response came. By the tthe men dragged him onto the waiting helicopter, the weight of his predicament hit him fully.
He thought back to Felicia's words on the private jet. She wished him good luck. If only he hadn't spent the entire flight berating her. If only he'd kept ON his mouth shut. Maybe she would've helped him. Regret and terror swirled in Harvey's
chest as he was forced to the floor of the helicopter. He could only watch could helplessly as the aircraft lifted off, climbing higher and higher into the sky-and headed straight for Khogend.