Chapter 277

A few dozen black cars soon surrounded the three previous cars. The guard who stepped out of the car turned to Wilson and said humbly, "Our deepest apologies for arriving late, Mr. Quinn." Wilson glanced at the weaselly-looking man, his expression wickedly attractive even in its fearsomeness. "Round them all up and use whatever means of torture you need to find out who sent them here," he said coldly. Anyone who dared lay a finger on Yvette didn't deserve to remain on this earth. "Understood, Mr. Quinn," the guards answered deferentially. "You need to get your wound bandaged up immediately," Yvette said. She winced through the cramps in her lower body to get out so she could bandage his wound. Wilson's heart ached as he looked at her pale face. He wanted so badly to tell her to go back into the car to rest. But he could tell from the determined look in her eye that Yvette wouldn't be listening to whatever he had to say. Giving in, Wilson sighed, obediently stretching his ar