Chapter 563: Chapter 563

Chapter 563:

“Don’t worry.

I’m not going to hold you responsible for the mishap with the mission.”

Despite his outward calm, Hale had violently reacted to the mission’s failure earlier by blinding eight of his own men.

Lindsay snapped, her voice tinged with defiance, “Blame your own damn crew for screwing up.

They’re a bunch of incompetent idiots!”

She continued, her frustration apparent, “I’m only interested in outcomes, not excuses.”

“You’ve slipped up this time.

So, what’s your next move against Harlee?”

Hale simply shook his head, prompting a sharp query from Lindsay.

“What are you saying? Are you backing out of our arrangement against Harlee?”

Although Lindsay spoke with force, her underlying anxiety was palpable.

Hale fixed a significant gaze on her.

“No, I’ll continue to support you.

However, there’s a price.

You’ll have to do some time first!”

At Hale’s demand that she spend time behind bars, Lindsay’s response was immediate and defiant.

“No way.

Don’t even think about pinning this on me! I’m not going to jail for you.”

Hale never negotiated, especially not when incarceration was on the line.

“Oh?” He calmly drew a dagger from the waist, his fingers tracing the edge before pressing it to Lindsay’s throat with an icy smirk.

“In my world, only the dead can afford to disobey me.”

Lindsay froze, terror rendering her speechless. When her voice returned, it quivered.

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“What… What do you want from me?”

Having seen the ruthless black-clad enforcers in action, Lindsay had no doubts about Hale’s capacity for violence—or worse.

Hale withdrew the blade with an air of indifference, leaving her question unanswered. Instead, his tone shifted to business.

“If my resources prove correct, Miss Sanderson will see to it that you’re locked away in less than two days.

At that point, our arrangement will end.

But, if you do what I ask…”

His expression softened into a calculated smile.

“I can ensure your safety and extend our partnership.”

“Why would I believe you?” With the blade no longer threatening her, Lindsay’s defiance resurfaced.

“Even your so-called perfect plan failed.

How can I believe you can deal with Harlee for me?”

The memory of that chaotic gunfight was still raw in Lindsay’s mind. If Hale’s men, with all their strength and numbers, couldn’t handle Harlee, how on earth could he? And then there were the peculiar changes in her body, unexplained, but undeniably linked to the forum founder.

Even though she hadn’t consumed anything here willingly, her instincts screamed that Hale was involved.

This time, Lindsay decided on a different approach.

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