Chapter 1107

The crowd jostled, eager to expose Bruno’s crimes.

Bruno sputtered, his face reddening.

“Lies! I never-! They’re the ones who-” He gestured wildly at the men who’d helped restrain Lindsey.

But his former allies weren’t backing him up.

“Don’t listen to him! We have proof!”

“You traitors!” Bruno roared in anger.

The men who’d fawned over him moments ago were now willing to sell him out for a mere million bucks.

Domenic, having settled Lindsey back on the sofa, rose and approached Bruno with a measured pace.

“How dare you spout such nonsense! Do you have any idea who’s backing me?” Bruno, seething with fury and humiliation, roared at everyone, his face reddening with indignation.

Wyatt, unperturbed, cast him a sidelong glance and, with a flourish akin to a magician’s trick, tossed a check for one million into the crowd.

The sight of the check was like blood in the water, driving everyone into a frenzy.

They swarmed upon it, their desperation palpable as they fought tooth and nail to claim the prize.

Soon, the scene descended into chaos, a whirlwind of grasping hands and frantic shouts, where Bruno’s words were drowned out by the cacophony of greed.

Bruno crumpled to the floor, a puppet with its strings severed.

He looked up to see Domenic’s towering figure looming over him, his gaze as cold and disdainful as a winter’s night, as if regarding a mere insect.

“Mr-Mr Walsh, please don’t listen to them.

I really didn’t do anything to Miss Stewart, you must believe me!” Bruno’s voice trembled with desperation.

Summoning the last vestiges of his will, Bruno tried to struggle, but Domenic’s boot connected with his shoulder, flipping him over like a discarded doll.

Without another glance, Domenic turned to Wyatt and commanded, “Take him to the police station, hand him over to the police chief Peter, and have him thoroughly investigated.

Show no mercy!”

At this, Bruno’s voice rose in a frantic shout.

“You can’t hand me over to the police.

Do you even know who’s backing me?”

“Oh?” Domenic’s voice dripped with skepticism as he peered down at Bruno.

“I would certainly like to know, who exactly is pulling your strings?”

Throwing caution to the wind, Bruno declared with false bravado, “The powerhouse backing me is a major figure in Morcastle’s business world, known as Mr.

Burke! Even out of respect for the influential figure behind me, you can’t send me to the police!”

During his tenure, Bruno, bolstered by his powerful patron, had indulged in corruption and accrued numerous illicit benefits.

He had also committed numerous crimes on behalf of Jalen.

If the police uncovered these deeds, he would undoubtedly be imprisoned for life.

Therefore, he absolutely must avoid being taken to the police station.

Jalen Burke, often known as Mr.

Burke, was a notorious figure in Morcastle’s underworld with a formidable reputation in the business community.

Many business magnates dared not provoke him, and surely Domenic would respect his influence and not dispose of Bruno casually.

However, Domenic merely raised an eyebrow and said to Wyatt, “Since he’s one of Jalen’s men, give Jalen a call and see what he thinks.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wyatt took out his phone, dialed a number, and put it on speaker.

The atmosphere was electric with tension.

Soon, the call was answered.

“Wyatt, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Hearing Jalen’s voice, Bruno stiffened.

How come he sounded so familiar with Domenic’s subordinate?