Chapter 56

Carlisle had never imagined I'd call his father. Stunned into silence by the slap, he stood there, frozen and speechless. Baxter quickly closed the distance between us, his earlier rage replaced by genuine regret. "Leon, I'm deeply sorry," he said. "You saved me from a disaster last time. Without your warning, I would've lost everything. I've always wanted to repay you. I never expected my son would be the one to cause you trouble." Baxter's imposing presence was unmistakable—a seasoned figure with the commanding aura of a top-tier underworld boss, known for his strict code of justice. Years ago, when the Shaw family's shipment hit a crisis and no one in Heisenville was willing to help, I stepped in. Using the Storm family's connections, I not only rescued his cargo but also secured a solid buyer for him. Without my intervention, Baxter could have lost everything. He had always been eager to repay me for that. But I was no greenhorn. I understood how valuable his gratitude was,