Chapter 873

The security guards were dragged out by other staff members, their pitiful screams echoing outside. Marion stood up from his chair, his voice cold as he spoke. “I was only gone for a few months, and you sold the place to someone else. It seems I haven’t been strict enough with my subordinates. Horace, don’t you agree?”

Horace Thom wiped his sweat and hurriedly replied, “Mr. Houston, these were orders from higher-ups. I’ll tell you everything. It was the Eaton family who approached us for a partnership. Since you weren’t here, Mr. Orrell decided to collaborate with them. Who knew that the Eaton family had already been in cahoots with the Lowe family? We had no choice but to follow Mr. Orrell’s orders.”

“Parker Orrell?” Marion asked, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Horace nodded. “Yes, it was all Mr. Orrell’s doing. We thought you knew about it, sir.”

Marion took Debra’s hand, seeming disinterested in Horace’s explanations. Horace was eager to explain further, but Marion waved his hand. “Whoever can shut him up will take his place.”

The staff exchanged glances before turning on Horace, who desperately begged for mercy. Marion whispered to Debra, “Can you take this scene?”

Debra frowned. “Don’t kill him.”

“Alright,” Marion agreed, raising his hand to stop everyone. He stepped forward and placed his foot on Horace’s chest.

“Last chance. How much did Parker offer you?”

“Sir, I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

“I trusted you, and this is how you repay me?”

Marion increased the pressure on Horace’s chest, causing him to writhe in pain. Horace’s reluctance to tell the truth finally irritated Marion, who drew the gun from his waist and pointed it at Horace’s forehead.

“I don’t like wasting time. My wife doesn’t want me to kill you, but if you push me, I can make you wish you were dead.” He then pointed the gun at Horace’s groin. “I remember you have a thing for women. Without this, you won’t be having much fun anymore.”

Chapter 873

“Please, no. I’ll talk.” Horace’s eyes were filled with terror. “20 percent. Mr. Orrell promised me 20 percent of the profits if I set up an underground casino here. He said you wouldn’t be back anytime soon, so it wouldn’t be discovered.”

He spilled everything, and Marion put away the gun. “He’s all yours, but only one of you can take his place. You decide among yourselves.”

With that, he took Debra’s hand and left the underground casino. Debra looked back and saw Horace being kicked by the staff. The staff members also started fighting among themselves.

“Will he die?”

“If Horace treated them well, he wouldn’t die. But if he was cruel to them, then he deserves what he gets.”