Chapter 11: I Made Five Million Using Your Name

Phinex’s POV

“Let her go.”

The voice came through the car door, cold as iron just pulled from icy water.

My fingers tightened around the door handle.

Zangweila?

Needham’s bodyguards had me by the arm. Before they could react, someone roughly yanked them away.

At last, I could breathe.

It hurt...

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