The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. An overwhelming intimidation urged Simon Donn to look up at the man who entered the elevator, while he instinctively moved towards the corner.
The elevator door closed briefly. The man suddenly launched a kick at Simon Donn’s lower abdomen. His tone was gentle but undoubtedly threatening.
“Don’t think of laying a finger on those you shouldn't!”
The harsh kick caused Simon Donn to bend down, hugging his stomach feeling bewildered. “Who are you?”
“Arianne Wynn’s husband!”
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