Chapter 309

Atlas hurled several items snatched from his men into Finley’s face. "Finley," he growled, his voice sharp and cold, "you claim you and Yvonne came here only to rest. Then explain these."

Finley shakily removed the objects, freezing in horror as he recognized two pairs of underwear—his and Yvonne's—left behind in their frantic escape. His face flushed crimson.

Atlas's jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He then threw a lost red heel and a crumpled tissue roll at Finley. With utter disgust, he flung several used condoms, each finding its mark.

Finley recoiled, dodging the items. The Northern District men watched—some with anger, others with icy indifference, a few with disdain. Atlas was not alone in his shame; his men felt their pride bruised. Their leader's woman had been disgraced, and by extension, so had they. Finley's status as a Hidden Dragon member, however, constrained their outrage.

A cheerful voice broke the tension. "Well, well, Mr. Giordano, Mr. Moore—what a coincidence!"

Natasha, Dylan, and Andrew strolled in, their expressions casual yet amused. Atlas turned, his dark expression twisting further. "Natasha, Dylan, what are you doing here?"

Dylan smirked. "Enjoying the hotel, of course," he said with mock innocence. "I heard the Rhodes family's hotel boasts unique, exotic experiences. I brought my girl along to check it out."

Natasha laughed softly. "Exactly! Even single, I couldn't resist the curiosity. I hope we're not disrupting your…activities, Mr. Giordano."

Atlas's jaw tightened, his eye twitching. It was clear they weren't here for the hotel; they were here to watch him suffer.

Andrew gasped, feigning surprise. "Mr. Moore, I remember seeing you and Ms. Fuller rushing from the West End villa earlier. So this is where you ended up!"

Finley, already seething, exploded. "Andrew, don't think I don't know! This is all your doing! Every bit of it!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled. "My doing? Mr. Moore, what do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean!" Finley snarled. "If you hadn't tipped them off and set up that ambush, none of this would have happened!"

He stopped, realizing he'd almost admitted to his affair with Yvonne. He didn't want to further provoke Atlas.

Andrew's voice turned cold. "If you didn't want to get caught, you shouldn't have done it. You brought this on yourself, Finley."

Finley's glare darkened. "Andrew, every time something bad happens, you're lurking in the shadows! Fine. I lost today. But I'll come after you. One day, my blade will claim your head."

Andrew shrugged, unfazed. "Go ahead and try. Just make sure you're ready to die."