Chapter 413

“What’s going on?” Myra was startled.
Dexter tried to comfort her, “Stay In the room. I go take a look.”
He felt quite aggrieved himself. The Fuller family had once held the title of the wealthiest in the region, with a legion of bodyguards serving them. However, he had to dismiss most of them recently.
Now, the sprawling villa had only a handful of bodyguards around. Their numbers were insufficient to respond effectively or provide any real protection in an emergency. That was how their door was forcibly taken down.
When Dexter rushed out, he was greeted by a large mob, their faces vaguely familiar. Recognizing them, he furrowed his brows together and asked in an icy tone, “What’s the meaning of this?”
The leading trespasser demanded, “Dexter Fuller, hand over the map right now!”
“What map? I’ve already donated it! If you want it, you should’ve gone to the auction! Don’t harass me for the map just because you’re too broke to outbid the others!” Dexter retorted controlling his urge to curse at them outright.
It was only natural for anyone to be faced with a mob like this to be furious.
However, what they said next shocked Dexter to his core.
“That map is a fake! There’s something wrong with the coating; it was clearly painted on with ink. Even the material of the map is nothing more than plain cowhide !
“Dexter Fuller, you’ve played everyone for a fool!”
“Where’s the real map? Where is it? Hand it over before we resort to violence!”
Hearing their accusations, Dexter was caught off guard and reflexively retorted sense! I
handed it over myself! How could it be a fake?”
The mob tossed the fake map at his feet and shouted, “See for yourself!”
He quickly picked it up to examine the map. He felt his mind implode, followed by a chilling sensation that surged through him, leaving him in a daze.
The map had been swapped!
This was not the map he handed over!
Be it the texture, material, and even the drawings on it, they were, all different from the one he had!
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“This isn’t the map 1 handed over…” Dexter muttered.
Before he could explain further, someone shoved him forcefully. He staggered backward,
in pain. colliding with a nearby piece of furniture. The impact made him gasp
“Where’s the real map? Where is it?”
One of the trespassers, unable to contain his rage, grabbed Dexter by the collar. His face was intimidating, his features twisted with anger. Unlike the well–dressed and respectable businessmen, this man was a desperado, the very same one who suggested breaking down the door!
Dexter quickly said, “I already handed it over! I don’t have the map anymore! There must be some misunderstanding. This has nothing to do with me!”
“Being stubborn, are you? Let’s see how long you can last!”
Without any hesitation, the man raised his fist and slugged Dexter right in the face.
Dexter had only recently suffered from a head injury that required stitches. Now, after two punches, his old wound reopened, and blood started streaming down, his head, leaving him in a sorry state.
The other trespassers simply watched, having no intention to intervene. They stood there unmoving, only offering help in the form of mockery.
“Come on, Dexter. Just hand over the map. Why keep it all to yourself?”
“That’s right. Don’t be so greedy. Do you think you can handle all of it alone? Why not share it with everyone? It’ll be better for everyone, a win–win situation!”
“If you don’t cooperate, we’ll have to send our men to search your house. We’re all acquaintances here. Letting this go out of hand will only make things awkward for everyone.”
Although they claimed that this would be awkward, their actions suggested otherwise. With
“You…
a wave of the leader’s hand, the mob rushed into the villa, ransacking it with reckless abandon. Dexter felt his vision darken and felt a suffocating feeling in his chest as he muttered, You thugs!”