Chapter 308

Atlas's hand swung fiercely, landing a thunderous slap across Yvonne's face. "You bitch! At this point, you still dare to lie to me? I'll kill you!" he roared with unrestrained fury.

The force of the slap sent Yvonne flying several feet, crashing to the ground. She coughed up blood before falling limp and motionless.

Michael watched in horror, his heart pounding as cold dread seized him. Atlas wasn't just angry; this man was homicidal.

"Mr. Rhodes," Atlas growled, his piercing gaze locking onto Michael. "Didn't you swear to me that this filthy pair wasn't in your hotel?"

Michael stumbled backward, his voice shaking. "Mr. Giordano, I… I didn't—"

Atlas didn't wait for an explanation. With a wave of his hand, he barked, "Take this lying fool outside. Don't kill him—I don't need the Rhodes family breathing down my neck—but make sure he suffers. I want him begging for mercy, wishing he were dead."

Two Northern District enforcers grabbed Michael without hesitation, yanking his hair and dragging him toward the door.

"Mr. Giordano, please! I didn't mean to deceive you!" Michael's screams echoed through the hall. "I'm part of the Rhodes family! If you do this to me, they'll make you pay! Stop! Please, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Atlas smirked coldly, unimpressed. "The Rhodes family wouldn't risk their entire alliance with the Northern District over an idiot like you."

Meanwhile, Finley stood frozen, his eyes glued to the floor, unable to meet Atlas's gaze. Knowing his turn was next, he felt the inescapable net closing in.

"Mr. Giordano, I—" Finley forced a nervous smile, attempting to break the suffocating tension.

"Shut up!" Atlas snarled, swatting the air dismissively. "Don't you dare! You're nothing but filth, and I won't let you sully my ears with your lies."

Finley's face twitched, but he maintained his forced smile. "Mr. Giordano, please hear me out. You've got this all wrong. Nothing happened between me and your wife—nothing at all!"

Atlas laughed a dark, mocking sound. "Nothing happened? Do I look like an idiot, Mr. Moore? Or are you just that pathetic at concocting excuses?"

Finley held his hands up defensively. "Believe it or not, I swear on everything—I didn't touch her. We'd had too much to drink at the party, so we came here to sleep it off, that's all!"

Atlas's laughter grew louder, each chuckle cutting deeper. "Finley, you're either the most brazen fool I've ever met, or you truly believe I'm too soft to see through your lies."

Chapter 309

His expression turned deadly as he grabbed Finley by the collar, pulling him close. "You really think I'll believe any of this nonsense?"

Finley stiffened, tilting his chin up defiantly. "Mr. Giordano, if you won't trust a word from your own brother, there's nothing more I can say. But I'll stand by my truth—I did nothing wrong. My conscience is clear."

He clung to his story, stubbornly refusing to admit fault. After all, Atlas hadn't caught them red-handed, and without solid evidence, Finley hoped to weather the storm.

His plan was simple: let Atlas's fury subside, then work to repair their relationship. A few grand gestures—perhaps a lavish gift or an A-list actress—might win Atlas over, restoring everything to normal.

However, Finley's optimism proved short-lived. Reality had a cruel way of disabusing him of his illusions.