The Secret Successor

CHAPTER 150

“I will pay you back all that I owe, so give me one week, sir,” an elderly man was begging at Tyler’s feet. He was seventy years old, and his hair was all white and messy.

Tyler the Collection King was eating roasted chicken legs, with half-a-dozen men in his back. His wife was also massaging his shoulders and putting chicken pieces in his mouth.

“If I give you one week, then some other idiot will take you as an example and ask for a one month extension next time,” Tyler slapped the old man’s face with his foot.

“Honey, elder abuse isn’t a good thing,” Tyler’s wife tried to control him.

“Sorry babe, but I hate these losers,” Tyler blurted, “who take money with a big smile on their faces and then cry a river when they are asked to pay it with interest.”

“Yes, but Elder Tom is an upright man,” Tyler’s wife reasoned. “If he can’t pay within one week, he’ll definitely let us take his tuition home.”

“Oh…” Tyler’s gaze shifted to Tom. “Will you, Tom? You don’t make much from your math tuiti