Chapter 278: Hate my methods
"Mad?" Aiden chuckled, shaking his head. "You were about to be harmed. Do you even understand the seriousness of the situation?" He reprimanded Roderick.
Roderick sighed, running his fingers through his hair as his gaze fell on the two men sprawled on the floor. "Did Maxwell send you to harm me?" he asked sharply.
"Yes," the one on the left admitted with a bruised cheek. "He approached our boss."
Roderick’s jaw tightened, and without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, dialing Maxwell’s number. But before the call could connect, Roger snatched the device from his hand.
"You’re not calling him," Roger stated firmly, slipping the phone into his pocket. "He’ll be here shortly."
"Are you serious, Roger?" Roderick’s voice rose, his irritation boiling over. "I hate what you all do. I’ve told you that a thousand times."
Roger met his glare with a calm but stern expression. "Hate it all you want, but this is the best way to eliminate any threat to you. And you should’ve informed us about this sooner. You can’t afford to compromise your safety, Roderick."
Before Roderick could respond, a loud, indignant voice echoed through the hall.
"Hey! Let go of my arm!" Maxwell shouted as he was dragged into the room, his voice filled with both anger and resistance.
Maxwell was forcefully thrown to the floor, his hands scraping against the rough surface. He looked up, his expression shifting from confusion to panic as he saw Roderick standing over him.
"Wha-what’s this, Rick?" Maxwell asked in a trembling voice.