Chapter 66

He knew he would probably die if he came. Why would he still…?

Hale. Sutton. Are you trying to escape me? No one in Nenvale can hide from my reach. Despite his statement, Tristan wavered slightly.

His subordinates saw this and started to step forward, but they hesitated when Tristan didn't give a word. They kept their eyes on Cameron and exchanged glances.

Dunn leaned on him and smelled his familiar cologne. Slowly, she relaxed after being tense for a while. She had wanted to stay away from that scent, but it had now become something that soothed her. Quinn nestled close to his strong heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body. At that moment, she felt as though she had just escaped death.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you making a move?" Cameron straightened, sweeping his cold gaze across Tristan's men. He sneered, "Do you need to call Jeremy and…"

Tristan… he doesn't seem easy to handle. Have we messed with the wrong person?” Billy was intimidated by Cameron's domineering nature and a deep tremor ran through him.

Tristan, infuriated by Billy's words, raised his arm and slapped him. "Shut the fuck up! What have you done? Why didn't you look into his background? What's the point of saying all this now?"

"I looked into it but couldn't gather any information," Billy said aggrievedly. In fact, it wasn't Billy's fault; Cameron had always kept a low profile. The internet contained only limited information about him, much of it unverified rumors. However, Billy couldn't have gathered this information in such a short time.

"Damn! That Smith guy set us up! I was wondering why he would pay us so much to kill these two people."

Tristan spat on the ground, scolding angrily, "Call Mr. Smith immediately."

Billy quickly called Jeremy.

At the same time, Harry sat across from Jeremy in a high-end café in Nenvale.

"Mr. Smith, you should know that since I'm here, your family can't escape this, even if they weren't involved. It would be preferable if Mr. Sutton returned safely."

"If he didn't… Mr. Smith, do you know the consequences?" Harry played with his cup, his threat obvious.

"Mr. Campbell, you don't have to intimidate me. I told you I knew nothing about this. Are you trying to accuse an innocent man?" Jeremy's eyes darted around, refusing to admit guilt.

"Innocent man?" Harry scoffed. "I wonder if your daughter shares that sentiment?"

Jeremy's expression changed drastically. "What have you done to my daughter?"

"Mr. Smith is currently in a bar with more than a dozen men protecting her. She's fine. You don't need to worry about her." Harry lifted his cup, taking a sip. "This coffee tastes excellent, indeed. Mr. Smith, you're enjoying life, aren't you?"

"Harry Campbell, come at me. Don't touch my daughter!" Jeremy stood up agitatedly, his fury causing him to tremble.