“No! No, you won’t do such a thing!” Mia didn’t know when she shot up from her seat and yelled. “Don’t you dare!” Theo didn’t know when he panicked. Dean turned to Leon and nodded proudly. “That’s a brilliant idea, Leon. Do it.” “Aria, tell him not to. We know he only listens to you.” Mia swallowed, sounding really desperate. Joseph thought of something and suggested, “I said I’d tell your grandmother about how your brother and mother did nothing as the hotel attendants harassed us when you won the penthouse in the lottery” “However, if you delete the video and the recording, i will not talk about what happened here today.” “In fact, even if our Miller Group doesn’t get an investment, I’ll defend you in front of your grandmother.” Aria’s eyes darted to every corner of the restaurant except to the faces of her family. She soon tilted her head to look at Dean, but he quickly moved the phone away from her reach and shook his head. “Forgive me, Aria, but I’m not giving you the v
“He’s the man who kept saying he knew Grant Wyatt yesterday?” “What? When did that happen?” “After the program yesterday, I was having lunch in the restaurant on the 40th floor of Kings Technology Group’s building when I saw saw him shouting that he knew Grant Wyatt to.” “That sounds embarrassing. How did he have the cheek to show his face in such a public place this morning?” Theo gritted his teeth tightly as the customers behind him laughed amonst themselves. They had quickly forgotten all the compliments they have him some minutes ago and didn’t bother to reduce the volume of their voice. On the other hand, Theo was too ashamed to defend himself. So he kept his eyes lowered to the floor in shame. Dean leaned back on his seat and shouted at Theo from across the table, “Mr. Humphrey, the sooner you apologize, the sooner you get up from the floor.” Bang!Mia suddenly slammed her palm loudly on the table and shot up from her seat.“That’s enough! Theo has done enough already by
Jeff’s eyes darkened. He turned to look at Theo Humphrey and frowned deeply. “What?” Theo arrogantly slipped his hands into his pocket as well before he retorted. “From what I understand, the Miller family will give this retard to anyone who will clear their debt with the bank.” Jeff Larol stared at him for several seconds before he chuckled calmly. “Why does a liar like you think you’re in the position to bargain with me?” “Wh-what did you just call me?” As he spoke, Theo flexed his arms to grab Jeff by the collar, but the man grasped his hands firmly and shoved him down on the table, his face falling directly into an apple pie. The customers in the restaurant gasped in shock then giggled in amusement. Now that it was Jeff doing this, no one in the Miller family dared to say anything in fear of angering him. So they all stood aside and did nothing. “Unless the Miller family no longer needs my help with the bank, Leon Bartlett better walk out of here with me.” Jeff said with
In a warehouse in the suburbs, men rushed around moving as many boxes as they could into vans. They worked quickly and in less than ten minutes, they had loaded all five vans with one hundred boxes each. Then they got into the vans, getting ready to drive away. They had just driven to the gates when heavy trucks suddenly blocked their way out and thugs with bulging muscles walked out of it holding iron pipes. When the men in the vans saw them, they shuddered in fear and reversed out of the warehouse through the back gate. However, the first van had just driven out of the back gate when a truck roughly stopped in front of him, blocking his path. Three other trucks lined up behind it. Now the vans were confined inside, with nowhere to go. The man in the first van shakily took out his phone and made a call. “He-hello, sir. They’re here again. Those people are…arghh!” The phone fell out of his hand when the door to the van was suddenly yanked open and a fearsome thug dragged him ou
The thug in suit turned to face the car fully and lowered his hand, the metal rod dangling the from it threateningly. The security man whose leg had been broken with it, whimpered frightfully as his eyes followed its movement, thinking the thug would turn around any moment to hit him with it again. The thug tilted his head to the side and his lips curled up into a mocking smile when he recognized the man who came out from the driver’s seat to be Grant’s assistant. “Elliot Ambrose, Grant Wyatt finally deemed it fit to do something about his missing goods? I mean, obviously, since he also sent his personal assistant this time.” Elliot ignored him and hurried over to the back to open the door for Leon. The thug folded his hands across his chest and waited to see Grant come out of the car. However, his eyes reddened with fury the very next second when an unfamiliar face alighted from the car. He was about to look away when the other door opened and another unfamiliar face came out
The thug had seen something flying across the compound then hitting the wall of the warehouse. Only when it slumped to the ground did he realize it was one of the men he had sent to get Leon and those with him. He was dumbfounded for a moment as he hadn’t seen anything happened thanks to the bulky man blocking his view with his body. So he walked over to him and stubbed him twice with his foot. “What are you doing on the floor? Get up and do the job I hired you for!”However, the man didn’t respond and his hand just fell limply to his side. Only then did the thug notice the thick trail of crimson blood on the side of his head. He turned to the man in front of Leon and yelled at him through clenched teeth, “Hey, I asked you to drag them to me not beat up your colleague, you dumb ass!” “I know that you’re all muscles with no brains, but don’t ever do this again because each one of you cost me a lot of money. Do you hear me?!” The bulky man didn’t respond. The thug huffed nonethe
From across the compound, the triumphant look on Klimt Fischer’s slowly wilted away when the victorious scene in front of him abruptly changed. Earlier, the hefty thugs had surrounded them from every side, trapping them in their midst like vicious wolves closing in on their prey. They were confident and threatening, but in a quick turn of event, they were now all on their knees. It now looked like they were worshipping the three people in their midst. When he saw they weren’t getting up, he slammed the metal rod against the ground in a fit of a rage and lashed out at them furiously. “Don’t just remain on the floor, get up and beat this runt to death!” One of the bulky men raised his eyes to look at him, the veins on his forehead bulging from the pain seeping through his body from his dislocated kneecaps. “Mr. Fischer, I don’t think I can move. My legs, they won’t listen to me. They won’t let me get up. I think there’s something wrong with them!” His words seemed to be what th
Elliot froze and his brain stopped working when he saw the dire situation he was in. Samson had a knife to his throat and if Leon hadn’t grabbed his wrist when he did, his carotid artery would’ve been cut open by the knife. Samson’s eyes darkened and he frowned tightly. He was an unorthodox fighter who prided himself in how fast he moved without his opponent noticing. . He learnt the most brutal and uncultured way to fight. He didn’t care what he had to do as long as he ended up defeating his enemies. He was a mercenary for hire and knew how to deal with any situation he found himself in, but here he was, unable to move his hand forward or backward after it was held by Leon. Klimt had hired Samson after a careful and difficult search. And as someone who knew how strong his mercenary was, he was surprised to see him struggling to free his hand from Leon’s grip.He gulped down and probed Samson anxiously. “What is it? If he doesn’t want to let go of your hand, then break his for