Chapter 55
Huming with anger, Wayne continued to send Victoria threatening messages, but halfway through, he realized there was little he could do to threaten her.
The child? That was Leon’s bloodline.
Laura? That woman’s background was too niysterious. If Wayme really made a move against her, who knew what kind of forces he would be provoking?
After Victorialen, Aaron, retumed to the private lange. He glanced at the situation inside, then lowered his voice while looking at his phone that had been hacked, “Didn’t you say Victoria was obedient and gentle? she didn’t seem like that just now”
“Being Wayne up,” Lron said calmly, but there was an immistakable chill in his voice.
Aaron hesitated for a moment before realizing something “You’re here?
His only response was Leon hing his control over his phone
Aaron nearly cursed out loud
He was the dignified president of Tuck Corporation, and now, he had been reduced to a mere errand boy
Grumbling internally but still carrying out Leon’s orders, he stepped into the private room. The moment he appeared, the previously arrogant Wayne immediately stiffened. Before Wame could even greet him, Aaron smiled and said, “Mr. Smith, someone upstairs wants to see you.”
With an uneasy heart, Wayne followed Aaron upstairs
As the door to the suite opened, he saw Leon seated on the couch with one leg crossed over the other.
tron’s dark, rinotionless gaze rested on him, exuding a natural authority that filled the room with suffocating pressure.
Wayne shuddered instinctively, suddenly intimidated.
Aaron strolled in casually. “He’s here.”
“Mr Quigley_Wayne swallowed nervously. His previous arrogance was completely gone. The warning Lean had given him years ago was still fresh in his mind.
Leon’s lips moved slightly. “Mr. Smith, you want to rebuild your company
Wayne wasn’t sure where this was going so he cautiously responded, “Yes.”
“I have an opportunity for you. Do you want it? Leon casually picked up a glass of liquor from the table, his expression unreadable.
Wayne telt his scalp tighten as he quickly explained, “I swear, I won’t cause trouble for Victoria again. 1only wanted to catch up with her after so long. Nothing more! Leon lifted his gaze slightly. “Hou?”
Wayne felt like he was going crazy,
The suffocating tension in the air made it impossible to guess what Leon was thinking
“Leon is simply offering you a business opportunity. Why are you so nervous?” Aaron’s relaxed tone eased the mood slightly.
We looked at Leon’s composed expression again, testing the waters. “Bedly?”
“Would be joke about this?” Aaron poured himself a glass of strong liquor, his tone casual “Have you ever seen him joke?
Wayne thought for a moment. Though he hadn’t interacted much with Leon, the man had a reputation. Leon was ruthless, but he never went back on his word.
“I’ll take it.” Wayne decided to gamble. He had nothing left to lose if he could cling to Leen’s coattails, it would be worth it. “What kind of opportunity are you referring to, Mr.
Leon’s gate swept across the table, where over a dozen bottles of strong liquor stood
Wayne instantly understood. He walked over, picked up a bottle, and started pouring “Here’s a toast to you, Mr. Quigley”
Then, he downed it in one pa.
Sering that Leon’s expression and unmoved, he poured another and kept going, flattering! When he uncapped the third bottle, he hesitated before cautiously asking, “Mr. Quigley..”
“Finish it first” Leon’s tone was badiltermol.
Woone glanced at the remaining bottles on the table, “just this glass or all the bottles
Leon with each toast. Soon, after two bottles, he had exhausted all his praises.
“E drinking this little could you deal, all of Junridge’s liquor would we been drained dry by now.” Aaron smirked. His tone was light, but the meaning was clear. “When Mr. Quigley ways finish it, be means all at 11.”
Wayne’s pupils contracted.
Drinking all that liquor–wasn’t that basically a drails sentence?
“If you can’t drink, we won’t force you.” Aaron smirked. “This is all about willingness, after all.”
Wit’s grip tightened around his glass. He glanced at the bottles on the table, weighed his options, and finally made a decisive choice “drink!=
Victoria had already offended those other men. If he wanted them to help him now, he would probably have to drink even more. Rather than relying on them, he might as well bet
on Leon
ryabout food and sheher again.
If Leon was truly willing to give him an opportunity, he would never have to worry
Once he made up his mind, he started downing the liquor, one glass after another.
Aaron watched as the empty bottles piled up, then turned slightly to glance at the man beside him.
Leon was too mithless
As the last bottle was emptied, Wayne was completely drunk. His steps were unsteady, his words slurred. Still, he didn’t forget his purpose. “I’ve finished it.
“Mm.” Leon’s response was indifferent
Just as Waynor was about to speak again, Leon stood up. Without even glancing at him, he turned to leave
Wayne panicked and quickly stepped in front of him. “Mr. Gron, you haven’t told me what the opportunity is yer”
“It was to help you rebuild your company.” Leon’s dark, cold eyes swept over him. “But since you laid a hand on her, the opportunity is gone.”
Wayne’s alcohol–clouded mind took a few seconds to process this. When he did, rage flared in his
Leon didn’t even spare him a glance, walking away with cold indifference.
Wame snapped
The jabbed a finger at Leon. “You tricked me!“:
The humiliation he suffered from Victoria, combined with the degradation of this moment–fueled by the alcohol in his system–sent his anger surging to the breaking point. He grabbed a bottle from the table and swing it viciously at Leon’s head.
So what it it was Leon?
Anyone who dared to treat him this way deserved to die just the same
According to hierarchy alone, he was still Leon’s father–in–law.
Leon had never once extended a helping hand, which was fine. But to play mind games and humiliate him like this? The more Wayne thought about it, the more madness burned In his eyes. His grip on the bottle tightened as he prepared to bring it down with full force.
Leon caught his wrist mid–swing, twisting it sharply.
A sickening pop echoed through the room as Wayne’s arm was dislocated. Before he could even cry out in pain, Leon kicked him hard in the chest.
Achuir shattered, and Wayne was sent sprawling onto the floor, completely disheveled.
Hatred burned in his eyes. He opened his mouth to curse, but the words were lodged in his throat as soon as he met Leon’s frigid gaze. His mind flashed with the countless tumors of Leon’s merciless methods
