Chapter 514 Eric’s Calculations

• Eric Goodwell’s glare hit like a hammer. Dante Zeagler shivered, thinking, Damn, does he have to be that ruthless?
• With Ursa Fishman’s mess wrapped up, there was no point sticking around.
• Dante and Damian Porter had been beaten so badly they didn’t even know which way was up. The other bodyguards in the suite were crouched in the corners, trembling while Black Bear’s elite crew held guns to their heads. No one dared squeak.