Chapter 1051

Debra pulled up to the East Dock. To avoid being recognized, she stayed in the car and motioned for Drake to go ahead.

Drake glanced at the row of thugs standing on the dock. His expression darkened. “Why didn’t you tell me there’d be so many people?”

Debra shrugged. “Relax. Most of them are your people. You show up, and they’ll fall in line.”

Drake was speechless but got a picture of the situation. Many of the thugs bore distinctive tattoos of the Lowe Group. They were undoubtedly traitors who had infiltrated his ranks. Selling his machines without his permission was a serious offense.

He got out of the car and made a quick call before heading toward the group. The leader of the thugs was a burly man in his forties, both of his arms tattooed.

He frowned at the sight of Drake. “What is your boss thinking? Sending one guy to pick up the goods?”

The shipment was an entire boatload of machines. The unloading work alone would need at least twenty workers. Drake had pulled a cap low over his face, making it hard to see his expression.

“Are you dumb? I’m talking to you. Where’s your boss? Get her over here.” The leader reached out, intending to shove Drake.

Drake spoke up. “My boss sent me to inspect the goods. She’s tied up and couldn’t make it.”

The leader stubbed out his cigarette on the ground. “Mike, bring the goods over.”

“Got it.” One of the lackeys hurried to the boat with a few others. They soon brought over a crate and set it in front of Drake.

The leader crossed his arms. “The goods are legit. But if you don’t pay the balance first, you’re not taking them anywhere.”

Drake opened the crate and inspected the contents. Sure enough, it was filled with slot machines made by the Lowe Group. These machines weren’t available to the public; only company executives could access them.

Drake sneered. So, this was what his trust had earned him. Someone had the audacity to pull off such a shady deal right under his nose.

“Well? Satisfied? If you’re done, call your boss to pay up. I’ve got things to do,” the leader demanded.

The lackeys echoed his words, their hostility palpable as they glared at Drake.

Drake closed the crate. “How do I know these are genuine machines? I heard they’re never sold externally. If these turn out to be fake, my boss will fire me.”

One of the lackeys stepped forward, puffing out his chest. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? Silas oversees the Lowe Group’s factory. As long as you’ve got cash, we can get you whatever you want.”

Drake raised an eyebrow under his cap. The leader’s age suggested he was a long-time employee, likely with over a decade at the company. He was probably one of the trusted men left by the late chairman. Drake had rooted out many of those remnants. But clearly, he’d missed one.

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