Chapter 993:

Approaching a sign indicating a scenic area lay deeper within, Corey cautiously opened the door and stepped inside.

Back in their own vehicle, Gemma suddenly gasped.

Pierre looked concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you short of breath again?”

Gemma pointed ahead. “Why did that license plate change?” The license plate had shifted.

Pierre realized it was an electronic display, a sham. After several changes, it settled on FKCH13.

Gemma’s expression darkened. “How can Caden insult my brother like that? It’s excessive.”

Pierre, confused, asked, “When did Caden insult your brother?”

“The license plate says ‘F*** Corey Hampton,’ and 13 is considered unlucky.”

Pierre was at a loss for words. He glanced toward the building, intuiting Caden’s likely scheme, and remarked thoughtfully, “Mr. Hampton might be quite upset by now.”

Suddenly, the sound of ferocious dogs barking echoed from within the building, growing louder.

With a swift kick, Corey burst out the door, swearing.

But the dogs were relentless, and one lunged at Corey. Pierre sprang from the car, seizing the dog by the neck and pulling forcefully to intervene.

As Pierre tugged at the dog, its teeth remained clamped onto Corey’s belt.

With a sharp tug, there was a ripping sound as Corey’s pants split down the middle, revealing his black underwear.

Pierre froze for a moment, taken aback.

Corey’s face flushed with anger. “Damn it! What are you staring at? Look away!”

Pierre quickly averted his gaze and focused on managing the other dogs. Despite his efforts, he was outnumbered, and a few dogs managed to slip past him.

Corey tried to make do with his torn pants, but as soon as he turned, one of the loose dogs bit his backside. He cursed loudly, both in pain and frustration, as he struggled to pull the dog away, only for another to lunge at him from the front.

“Pierre!” Corey shouted, exasperated. “Are you blind? Can’t you see these dogs are attacking me?”noveldrama

Pierre responded without turning back, “I can’t, Mr. Hampton. You told me not to look.”

Corey was left speechless.

By the time the ambulance arrived, Corey had managed to knock all the dogs unconscious. Exhausted and dizzy from the ordeal, he was helped onto a stretcher.

Gemma, deeply concerned for his well-being, cried uncontrollably and insisted on accompanying him in the ambulance.

Pierre had no choice but to follow.

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