The Wrath of Carl Gerald

Chapter thirteen:

"And this is not just an order," Carl added, "It's a command."

Carl Gerald cut the call at Debra Zach's affirmation.

Austin Tyler became annoyed at Carl Gerlad's statement. "How dare nobody like you–".

Austin Tyler was cut short by his ringing phone. Without looking at the caller, he cut the call. He didn't want to look weak in front of Carl Gerald.

Again, his phone rang before he could get back to Carl. He grudgingly took the call. Assuming the caller was a servant, he became enraged.

"What do you want?! Stop calling me!" He yelled, ready to end the call.

"You fool! You've forgotten your father!" An old voice exclaimed from the other end. Even without seeing the expression, one could tell the voice's owner was angry and tired.

"F-father?" Austin was shocked at his outburst. He sobered up instantly.

Suddenly the crowd erupted into laughter. Unknown to the four, the people at the banquet had completely stopped pretending to be enjoying the party.

Even the musicians had stopped playing.

"Oh, so it's now you recognize me! Are you able to recognize him too?" His father screamed at him?

"W-who?" Austin Tyler asked. He locked eyes with Carl, who was also staring at him. His sister seemed to be trying to calm him down.

"You're a disgrace! You've offended the Co-founder of Vesta Bank!! The largest bank in the world!" Mr. Tyler continued to insult Austin Tyler, who couldn't understand what his father just said.

"W-what? Co- founder? How.. I..I've never even met him before." Austin muttered, trying to not let his panic leak into the quiet banquet halls. What was his father talking about?

"You're a liar! You've run your ugly mouth and now you've banished us from all forms of partnerships with them!" His father's voice only increased.

"Father, calm down. If you keep yelling like that your blood pressure–"

"Just keep quiet! Did you care about my health when you decided to ruin us? No! You're the biggest–no–largest mistake I've made in my life!"

Austin couldn't believe the father that doted on him suddenly changed. His father was too upset for him to comprehend the insults that were being hurled at him.

"You know what?! You're banished too! I'm cutting off all your—cough–inheritance—cough, cough— to the family business!"

"Father!" Austin tried to object.

Before he could get a word in, Mr. Tyler had already disconnected the call. Austin Tyler held a blank look as realization settled on him like a lead block.

Carl Gerald was the Co-founder of the world's largest bank.

"No... it's just a coincidence..." Austin tried to comfort himself.

"Baby..." Tiffany Raymond tried to pry into the reason for his dejected look. "What's wrong?" She nursed a bruise on his cheek.

Austin was too dumbfounded to respond. He looked at Carl Gerald, then shook his head. There was no way he would've been the Co-founder!

Maybe the Co-founder was upset at him crashing the banquet. That was a sensible reason.

But the only reason he crashed the party was because of Carl Gerald. His dumbfounded state evaporated and was replaced by hateful spite.

"Oi, Gerald!" He yelled, gently pushing away Tiffany.

"Don't call my family name with your useless mouth." Carl replied, as though ready to fight again.

"Carl, stop being angry, okay? I promise what he said didn't get to me." Sara comforted him. She was the only thing keeping Carl from punching him again.

Suddenly men in black filed into the banquet. All of them stood behind the table that Austin still supported himself on.

"Well, Gerald," Austin Tyler stood, dusting himself off, "I'll show you what it means to hurt a Tyler."

"Teach this bastard a lesson." Austin ordered his men.

Once again a familiar scene replayed itself in front of Carl Gerald. He remembered Jake Boston and his men.

"Why don't people like you ever learn?" He mumbled, gritting his teeth tightly. If this was unavoidable, Carl Gerald didn't mind doing it.

He blocked the attack of one of the men, shifting back due to improper stance. Carl straightened his stance and began his offensive.

Delivering a blow to the previous attacker's ear, he feint stepped diagonally, causing another attacker to bump into the falling man.

The two tumbled together, falling down. "Is that the best you could manage, Tyler?" Carl Gerald replied provokingly.

Austin was instantly brought back to reality Carl Gerald was too strong, specializing in what looked like messy aikido techniques.

Even his men were backing away. "Hey, don't just stand there, get him!" Austin complained. 

More men rushed to Carl Gerald. As they were about to attack, taser bullets were fired at them, paralyzing them for the time being.

From the doorway, a familiar silhouette emerged. It was Debra Zach.

She wore a different attire from when she'd been at the hospital. A thigh length gown, accompanied with dark leggings and knee length boots.

She didn't dress in a revealing sense, but she looked more gorgeous than Sara and Tiffany. Behind her were 3 men, each holding a gun model that held a futuristic aura. They'd shot down all of Tyler's men.

"What's the meaning of this?!" Austin Tyler shouted.

"I should be the one asking. What's the meaning of all this? Who crashed the celebration of my General's return?" Debra frowned deeply as she placed her hands behind her back.

She spoke in an imposing manner, walking in between the space that separated Carl Gerald from Austin Tyler.

Carl Gerald's wrath subsided. He realized that he'd just crashed the banquet he was invited to. "S-sorry..." He apologized to Debra.

"Why are you apologizing? You're supposed to do whatever you want!" She scolded.

Everyone watching began whispering at her words. Carl? Do what he wanted?

"And you..." She walked up to Austin Tyler, he cowered from her powerful aura. "Are you the one... that tried to attack that man?" She pointed to Carl Gerald.

Austin Tyler refused to be scared because of Debra, "A-and what If I was? What are you going to do about it?"

Austin still held a pompous air.

"Well, thank you for making my job easier."

A heavy deafening sound resonated through the air. 

Debra Zach had just slapped Austin Tyler, sending him reeling into the banqueting tables behind him.

“What the…”