Chapter 877

The security guards were dragged outside by the other staff, and the casino echoed with the sound of agonized screams. Zion stood up from his chair. His voice was cold and measured. "I've been gone for only a few months, and you guys have already sold the place to someone else. Seems I've been too lenient with you. Mr. Griffin, don't you agree?" Jett wiped the sweat off his forehead and stammered, "M-Mr. Spencer, it's not what you think! O-Orders came from above... I know I was wrong! "I'll tell you everything! It was... it was the Palmer family who approached us. You weren't around, so Mr. Ross made the call to work with them. "But... who knew the Palmers were already in bed with the Larson family? We had no choice—Mr. Ross gave the orders, and no one dared to go against him..." "Darren Ross?" Zion's voice was laced with icy disdain. Jett nodded frantically. "Yes, yes! It was all Mr. Ross's doing! We all thought you were in the loop, Mr. Spencer…" Zion held Maeve's hand abs