Chapter 304

After his furious outburst, Atlas continued in an ice-cold voice, “Besides, even if this is Dylan and Natasha's trap, what do I have to fear? Do you think they'd dare make a move against me on Rhodes family territory?”

His men conceded he had a point. Even if it were a trap, who would dare touch Atlas with his Northern District enforcers at his back? However, what truly terrified them was the possibility that Finley was involved with Atlas's woman. In their world, such transgressions warranted a brutal death.

Ten minutes later, over a dozen SUVs screeched to a halt before the Rhodes family hotel. Atlas, leading dozens of his Northern District men, stormed toward the entrance.

Michael lounged at the entrance, legs crossed. He muttered, “Mr. Moore, I'm sticking my neck out for you. You've got some nerve going after Mr. Giordano's woman, but hey, once you're done, there better be something in it for me.”

A security guard rushed up, trembling. “Sir, someone's coming!”

Without looking up, Michael scoffed, “What, Andrew, Natasha, and Dylan still won't give up? Even if God himself appeared, no one would disturb Mr. Moore's good time.”

Before the words left his mouth, a thunderous voice boomed, “Get out of my way!”

Michael jumped up, his face ashen, his knees shaking as he saw Atlas. “M-Mr. Giordano… what brings you here?”

Atlas grabbed him by the collar. “I hear my woman and Finley are getting cozy in one of your rooms?”

Panic seized Michael. “Mr. Giordano, you must be mistaken! Mr. Moore and Ms. Fuller couldn't possibly be here,” he stammered, forcing a laugh while inwardly cursing. Which traitor had tipped off the Northern District's crime lord? With Atlas's enforcers present, anyone could easily kill him.

Atlas said coldly, “Whether I'm mistaken or not, I'll find out myself. Now, step aside.”

The murderous tone chilled Michael. If he moved, Finley would be caught. While he didn't care about Finley, Michael knew he'd be implicated for providing the room—Atlas would kill him.

“Mr. Giordano, we're closed for business,” Michael said quickly, buying time. “Let me arrange a presidential suite at a five-star hotel for you.”

However, Atlas had lost all patience. He slapped Michael hard, sending him sprawling. “To hell with your hotel! Stop the bullshit and get out of my way!”

As Michael lay there, seeing stars, Atlas and his men stormed into the hotel, searching room by room. Lying on the ground, Michael felt despair, realizing it was over.