Chapter 1296


    Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Arabe casually instructed Gordon, "Spread his


    current location as soon as possible"


    “Roger that.” Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.


    Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Arabe by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and


    cautiously asked, "Are you guys working for Darren?"


    “That''s not for you to ask, Arabe retorted coldly.


    "What should I do next?"


    “Go to the corner store, pick up some stuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite."


    With no other choice, Cornellplied.


    “We''ll head to his ce first."


    Arabe deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to


    catch up with Arabe and whispered, "Ms. Be, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the


    excuse of going to the store to bolt?"


    "He''s more afraid of us bolting on him."


    Gordon nced back and sure enough, Cornell was constantly looking back, evidently worried they''d


    vanish.


    Gordon decided to let it slide.


    "If he wants to stay alive, he''ll cooperate.’ Arabe confidently dered.


    Ten minutester.


    Cornell returned home with a pack of cigarettes. Not long after, there was a knock at the door.


    This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    Cornell didn''t dare to answer it, looking to Arabe for guidance. Arabe motioned for him to ignore it.


    The person outside hammered on the door for a while, eventually losing patience and kicked the door


    open.


    About a dozen masked figures flooded into the room, their arrival as chilling as the grim reaper''s


    descent.


    Cornell, pretending to eat his porridge, was so scared that his spoon slipped from his grasp. He


    stumbled back, pleading, “Elliot, Mr. Elliot, you promised to spare me."


    The group''s leader, Mr. Elliot, stared at him coldly, “Finally gotcha."


    He lunged forward, clutching Cornell''s throat, "Didn''t think you''d have the guts to hide right under our


    noses.


    Since we''re acquainted, I might as well send you off myself.


    Cornell desperately pped at Mr. Elliot''s hand, but thetter''s grip was as tight as a vice.


    He was quickly running out of air.


    Just then, a slender hand swiftly appeared. Mr. Elliot tried to block it, but Arabe managed to shield


    Cornell in a sh. Mr. Elliot squinted, recognizing her, "You again?"


    Suddenly, the door was locked from the inside. Everyone turned around to see Gordon blocking the


    exit.


    It was then that they realized they''d walked into a trap.


    “Well, well. Setting a trap to lure us in. You''re getting bolder. Mr. Elliot sneered.


    Cornell gasped for breath, trying to soothe his aching throat. He''d almost been strangled by Mr. Elliot,


    and initially thought Arabe wouldn''t save him. But the young girl proved to be more reliable than he''d


    thought.


    “Little girl, you''re quite capable, finding him before us and convincing him to turn. You''ve certainly


    changed my perception of rich girls,” Mr. Elliot sneered at Arabe, “Unfortunately for you, you''re not


    getting away today!"


    "Less talk, more action." Arabe lunged forward, prompting Mr. Elliot to quickly draw a switchde.


    The others joined the fray, and seeing Arabe in danger, Gordon rushed over to protect her.


    Mr. Elliot was forced back a couple of steps by Gordon''s blow. He sneered, "Forsaking thefortable


    life of a rich heir to be Bard''sckey, are you tired of the easy life or just itching for a fight?"