Betrayed, But Not Defeated novel Chapter 101

Daniel drove straight to Jennifer's company. When he arrived, he sensed that something was off.

The once-bustling workplace was now empty, without a single person in sight.

"What's going on? Nobody's working today?" Daniel walked toward the security booth and tossed a pack of cigarettes to the elderly guard.

The guard swiftly pocketed them and grinned. "It's all because of Ms. Walsh's family. They said that anyone who dares to show up for work will be dealt with."

That explained why Jennifer had been so eager to hand Daniel control of the company. It wasn't generosity—she was unwell and couldn't rein in her family. She was setting him up to do her dirty work.

But he didn't have a good impression of the Walsh family anyway. If he could use this chance to take control of the company, why not?

After chatting with the guard for a while, Daniel finally spotted someone arriving for work.

The man's left cheek was slightly swollen, and his right eye was covered in gauze. But he still walked toward the company with steady, determined steps.

"Hold it right there!"

Before he could get close, two burly men stepped forward and blocked his path.

"Didn't we already warn you? Show your face here again, and I'll beat you so bad you won't get up. You got a death wish?"

One of the burly men shoved him hard.

The man replied calmly but firmly, "Who the hell do you think you are to stop me from going to work? Go ahead and threaten me—I don't care."

"Oh? Still playing tough?" The burly man sneered. "What did that bitch Jennifer promise you to make you this loyal? Looks like we didn't beat the sense into you last time."

"I work because I need to earn a living. If you've got a problem, take it up with Ms. Walsh. Bullying guys like us don't make you tough." The man clenched his fists and glared at them.

The other burly man froze and was stunned to see his companion lying motionless.

Daniel kicked him hard and planted his boot on his abdomen.

"You're a martial artist, right? Why didn't you fight back?" Daniel observed the injured man with interest.

The man didn't answer. Instead, he bent down and picked up a stack of cash from the ground. "That slap was worth about ten grand. I'll just take this. The rest is yours to deal with."

With that, he stood up and started walking toward the company entrance.

"Interesting," Daniel said with a smirk. He kicked the burly man aside and caught up to the man. Glancing at the man's employee badge, he read aloud, "Joshua Hartwell."

"Move aside. I need to get to work, or I'll be late." Joshua glanced at him. His indifferent gaze only confirmed Daniel's suspicion.