Chapter 486

The person patting him on the shoulder was none other than Marcus.

Brad asked, “Where’s the formula?”

“I have it right here, but I need to make sure Lucy is safe first!” Marcus said in a low voice, adjusting his baseball cap.

Brad glanced around the dimly lit bar. At the counter where he sat, there was no one except for a couple getting cozy nearby.

Meeting here proved the old saying true–the most obvious place was often the most secretive one, as nobody would pay attention to someone sitting at the bar counter.

“Marcus, you better wise up and hand over the formula,” Brad replied, setting down his glass and sneering. “If you cooperate, I’ll order them to spare Lucy. But if you keep stalling like this, I can’t guarantee Lucy’s safety.”

Brad saw Marcus’s face twist with a mix of anger and defeat. He laughed inwardly, thinking Marcus was no match for playing games with the Weller family.

“Fine, here’s the formula.” Marcus finally handed it over obediently. As soon as Brad took it, Marcus immediately asked, “Now, will you order them to let Lucy go?”

Brad laughed heartily, saying, “Marcus, smart people know when to yield. The Weller family wasn’t wrong about you.”

He paused before continuing, “As for Lucy, I’m sorry, but I don’t know where she’s being held. We’ll decide what to do after I return to the Weller family.”

Marcus’s face immediately darkened. “So you’re going back on your word?”

With the formula in hand, Brad felt untouchable and arrogantly replied, “So what if we are? Marcus, you’re just a pawn in our hands. We can squeeze you however we want.”

To his surprise, instead of getting angry at his words, Marcus just smirked. “Is that so? Why don’t you check if the formula in your hand is real or fake?”

Brad’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly unfolded the papers, only to find two blank sheets.

“Marcus, how dare you trick me! Don’t you care about your own daughter’s life?” Brad’s drunken haze instantly cleared as rage consumed him.

Marcus calmly answered, “Brad, the Weller family’s evil deeds will catch up to them. I’ve already reported this to the police. Get ready to rot in prison.”

Brad’s face contorted, veins popping as he growled, “Do you really want to watch Lucy die? Also, this is Weller family territory. Even if the cops come, I’ll still slip away!”

Just then, police sirens wailed outside. Donald burst in with the police enforcement squad, shouting commands.

Brad was shocked. He did not expect that Marcus would actually call the police on this. He cursed, “Marcus, get ready to collect your brat’s corpse!”

Then, he turned to flee. The bar had a secret escape route, and he believed there was no way the police could catch him.

Yet, Brad did not expect that just as he turned, someone tripped him, causing him to fall face–first onto the floor.

As he got up groaning, Brad roared angrily, “What the hell are you doing? Are you blind?”

The couple next to him had tripped him, and Brad saw clearly that the man had stuck out his foot.