Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 218

"Passing off a worthless moissanite as a diamond? This deal is over."

He stood, clearly intending to leave.

Martin took a long drag of his cigar, showing off a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "On my turf, you don't get to decide when you come and go."

He jerked his chin toward the case in Hans's hand. "Your people can leave. The cash stays."

Andres tilted his head, amused. "So we're robbing now?"

Martin's face was pure arrogance. "When you're on my land, you follow my rules."

He gestured at his men. "And they don't play nice."

Andres sank back into the sofa as if he'd remembered something. "Alright. If Mr. Martin insists on keeping me as a guest, I'd hate to be rude."

He glanced at Murray. "Go have some fun."

Murray dipped his head. "As you wish, Mr. Andres."

It had been too long since Murray and the others had stretched their muscles. They were itching for it.

There were only eight of them, but every one was elite.

Martin's guards were big and intimidating, sure—until real skill entered the room. Then size became decoration.

In under ten minutes, more than twenty of Martin's men were on the floor, groaning and unable to get back up.

Martin didn't expect the tide to flip that hard. He started to rise—

Andres grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head back against the sofa.

He plucked the half-burned cigar from Martin's mouth and pressed it down hard into the center of Martin's forehead.

The heat was instant, vicious. Martin screamed.

When Andres finally lifted the cigar away, the skin there was charred black.

Andres's grip was like iron; Martin couldn't even flinch away.

After appreciating the spectacle for a moment, Andres shoved the remaining cigar back between Martin's lips.

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