While Chasen's father hadn't seen this couple's misdeeds firsthand, he had overheard enough from their conversations in the car. He was confident the police could piece together the evidence.

The color drained from the plump woman's husband's face. The idea that Chasen's father had the foresight to install a dashcam had never crossed his mind. He had no idea when it was instilled! In their line of work, leaving no trace was imperative. A dashcam was the last thing they would want.

The husband hissed venomously, “You'll regret this!" His voice was a low growl as he clenched his teeth in fury.

It was at this moment Matteo made his entrance. However, he hadn't summoned bodyguards. Instead, he had brought the hospital's director to the scene.

Matteo reported to Mitchel that the couple was engaged in selling medical equipment to this very hospital. They had greased the palms of Aurora's medical department heads, securing contracts for the hospital's medical supplies. Their profits had soared, padding their bank accounts and inflating their egos beyond measure.

The plump woman's husband recognized the hospital director immediately. Upon the director's arrival, the husband called out desperately, "Sir, we need your assistance. We've been bullied in your hospital. Please, have these people removed!"

The plump woman's husband believed he had a foolproof strategy. Once Mitchel and Raegan were expelled, his bodyguards would take care of them discreetly. The driver, in particular, was a loose end that needed to be tied up, his silence purchased or enforced.

When the director heard the plea, he gestured for the hospital security to step in.

The hospital on Aurora was accustomed to clashes more than Ambrosia, where gun violence was common.

The hospital had dealt with aggressive parties before. Those whose loved ones weren't saved often sought vengeance on the staff. As a result, the security team was always armed, ready to protect patients and staff alike.

A squad of imposing security guards advanced, guns at the ready, exuding an air of authority.

The director approached Mitchel, his apologies flowing. "I'm very sorry for this disturbance, Mr. Dixon."

The plump woman's husband couldn't suppress his smirk. However, confusion marred his triumph. Mr. Dixon? In the realms of Ambrosia, the Dixons were a household name, boasting the wealthiest patriarch in Ardlens.

The husband considered the possibility of a mistake but shrugged it off. Perhaps the director had simply misspoken.

Brimming with confidence, the plump woman's husband taunted, "Feeling frightened now, are you? Just remember, any of you tries to fight back, then..."

"Bang!" With a snap of his fingers near his temple, he threatened, "It'll be the end for all of you!" He believed he had instilled fear in them.

However, to his shock, the security guards swiftly hoisted him off the floor the next moment and marched him out.

“Hey, wait... Have you made a mistake... You're taking the wrong person"

His protestations echoed, his voice tinged with the shrillness of disbelief.

The plump woman started to shout, "Can't you see? The ones who should be taken away are right over there!"