Chapter 183
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The scar-faced man’s cronies erupted in a chorus of mocking laughter. “He’s right! You think we care about the Riley family’s eldest son? He’s just a cripple in a wheelchair, a nobody. The Wade family could squash him like a bug!”
“Hey there, sweetheart, we saw that little stunt you pulled with the Wells family online. Don’t get any fancy ideas; just because you managed to handle those pathetic losers doesn’t mean you can mess with us. The Wade family is on a whole other level.”
Linsey’s eyes blazed with fury as she listened to their taunts directed at Collin. Fixing the scar-faced man with an icy glare, she calmly raised her phone. “Oh, really?” she said, her voice dangerously low. “Funny you should mention that, because I just happen to have recorded your little performance here today. And with the size of my online following, all it takes is one click, and this video will go viral. Imagine the headlines: ‘Wade Family Bullies the Defenseless!’ The public will absolutely love that.”
Linsey offered a thin smile as she nonchalantly pocketed her phone.
“So, why don’t you and your buddies have a little think about that? How much damage do you think this will inflict on the Wade family’s precious reputation?”
“You bitch!” the scar-faced man roared, his face contorted with rage. “You wouldn’t dare! If you cross the Wade family, you’ll regret it. We’ll crush you!”
Unfazed by the scar-faced man’s menacing threats, Linsey grew bolder. With an impassive expression, she retorted, “The Wade family holds considerable sway in Grester. I’m just an ordinary person; naturally, I wouldn’t dare cross them. But if you think you can harm anyone here, don’t expect me to stand idly by.”
Linsey paused, then added forcefully, “Let me be clear—I’m not making threats. If you’re willing to face the repercussions of escalating this situation, then be my guest. You’ll only be giving me more ammunition to use against you.”
“You little bitch! Let me…” The scar-faced man, consumed by rage, lunged towards Linsey.
Witnessing this, one of his lackeys frantically grabbed his arm, his face pale with fear. “Hold on, boss! We need to stay calm!” he pleaded.
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Already furious, the scar-faced man spun around and slapped the lackey hard. “You idiot! How dare you stop me? Do you have a death wish?” he roared.
The lackey yelped in pain, clutching his head. “Boss, we need to keep this under wraps, or we’re screwed!”
The scar-faced man knew this all too well. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, though his anger still simmered beneath the surface.
The lackey cautiously gauged his boss’s expression before suggesting, “Maybe we should back off for now and come up with a different plan. Linsey and Collin can’t be here every day.”
“Fine,” the scar-faced man spat, his voice dripping with malice. Before leaving, he shot Linsey a venomous glare. “This isn’t over. Next time I see you, you’ll regret this!”
Linsey dismissed his threats. Watching them finally depart from the orphanage, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She hurried over and firmly shut the orphanage door.
She had initially thought that given their aggressive demeanor, her words wouldn’t be enough to deter them.
But it seemed they were constrained by their own internal issues. Linsey was grateful for the sudden inspiration to bring Collin along that day. Otherwise, who knew how Ella would have dealt with them?
Just then, Ella emerged, her face etched with worry. “Linsey, you were too impulsive back there. Those men saw you; they know your name and who you are. Especially that one with the scar—he’s bad news. You made an enemy of him because of us, and he won’t forget it.”
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