Chapter 303

Atlas’s man quickly said, “Mr. Giordano, please calm down. These photos are from an unknown source and may not represent the full story. We should investigate first. Besides, Mr. Moore is our ally; letting this scandal divide us would only benefit our enemies.”

Atlas snapped out of his rage and nodded repeatedly. “You’re right! I almost lost my head.”

His expression darkened as he realized the photos were likely Natasha’s or Dylan’s doing, intended to drive a wedge between him and Finley.

“Dylan, Natasha, you’re both quite devious,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “But unfortunately for you, I’m not easily manipulated.”

He silently vowed to deal with them both swiftly. Just then, another of Atlas’s trusted men burst in, appearing even more distressed than the first.

Atlas frowned. “What now? Why does everyone look like they’re attending a funeral?”

The man’s face was grim as he reported, “Mr. Giordano, I’ve just received word that Mr. Moore and Ms. Fuller are…”

Atlas’s eye twitched. “Are what?”

“They’re… at the Rhodes family hotel… in bed together!” the man finally forced out.

Atlas’s barely contained rage exploded. He jumped to his feet. “What did you say?”

“Mr. Giordano, t-this might not be true—please stay calm,” the man stammered.

The other man quickly interjected, “Mr. Giordano, we just received those intimate photos of Mr. Moore and Ms. Fuller, and now this news about them having an affair—it’s too much of a coincidence.”

Atlas clenched his fists, his face contorted with fury. “Coincidence or not, anyone who dares to cuckold me deserves to die!”

His men exchanged worried glances, knowing Atlas was beyond reason and trouble was brewing. Before they could speak further, Atlas had already pulled out his phone and dialed, his expression dark.

“We’re sorry, but the number you have called is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

Atlas tried twice more with the same result.

“Yvonne, you worthless tramp,” he snarled. He’d explicitly ordered his mistress to keep her phone on 24/7. He’d spent a fortune on her, and failure to meet this basic requirement would have warranted dismissal long ago.

“Mr. Giordano, perhaps Ms. Fuller has some urgent matter to attend to? Maybe try calling later?” his man suggested nervously, alarmed by Atlas’s increasingly murderous demeanor.

“Her only urgent matter should be serving me!” Atlas roared, his eyes blazing. “She dares to ignore my calls? She must have a death wish!”

He then tried calling Finley, only to find his phone was also turned off.

Atlas could no longer sit still. “Get the men ready. We’re going to the Rhodes family hotel right now!”

“Mr. Giordano, given your status, why dirty your hands personally? This could be a trap set by Dylan or Natasha!”

“Are you deaf? I said get the men ready!” Atlas exploded. “I’m the king of the Northern District, Jayrodale’s top dog—not some pushover or coward! Do you think I can tolerate the insult of someone messing with my woman?”