Chapter 865

Halfway through his attempt to crawl away, Oliver found himself face-to-face with a pair of shiny leather shoes. He froze in place. As he looked up, he saw Ambrose standing with his arms crossed, a wry smile playing on his lips. Oliver nervously swallowed and forced a smile. "Hey there, buddy. I've got this. I'll just roll myself out of here!" "Oh really?" Ambrose raised an eyebrow and stepped aside. "Go ahead and roll away then. Let's see how good you are at it. If I'm not satisfied—" "I promise you'll be satisfied," Oliver interjected nervously. With that, he lay down and began rolling on the ground. Each roll was interrupted by the pain shooting from his broken leg, causing his face to contort in agony. Despite the pain, Oliver refused to make a sound. After what felt like an eternity, he finally crossed the threshold of the gate. Once outside, he hugged his leg tightly, biting his lip to stifle his cries. In that instant, several guards from the Boston family hurried over. T