Smash!
Greg lifted the hand he was going to use to slap Hailey. Suddenly, a loud voice was heard.
He squatted on the ground in pain. The bones in his arm had fractured on impact.
Clarence displayed his dexterity, kicking the blonde woman and woman in red in the stomach. Then, he pulled Hailey behind himself to protect her.
âAre you okay, Hailey?â Clarenceâs heart was aching.
The red handprints on Haileyâs charming face were very distinct.
When Hailey saw Clarence, tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not allow herself to cry. âIâm fine.â
Greg roared, âKid, are you tired of living? How dare you come to Glorious? Do you want to die? Whereâs security? Come get this punk! You purposely hurt me and broke my arm. Iâm going to hire the best lawyer in Mediterranean City to send you to jail! Iâll lock you up for the rest of your life!â Greg sounded very confident.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Should Greg be scared of Clarence while he was in his own territory?
There would be security footage of Clarence attacking him just now.
Once he handed the evidence to the court, coupled with some lawyerâs manipulation tactics, he would be able to lock Clarence up for life.
The security guards ran forward, about to catch Clarence.
The women around them were all screaming. They kept backing away, and the scene grew increasingly chaotic.
Jeremy huffed coldly. âI want to see who dares to move. Why donât you take a look at who I am?â
Everyone looked at Jeremy at the same time.
Greg was stunned, but then, he laughed malevolently. âHey, punk, I donât care who the f*ck you are. Youâre his accomplice, huh? Get him too!â
âWhat?â
Jeremy was shocked. âDonât you know who I am?â
He was the big boss behind Glorious Entertainment, yet Greg did not know who he was.
Meanwhile, those thirty-plus security guards seemed to not know who Jeremy was either. They surrounded him.
Jeremy roared, âF*ck, Iâm Jeremy Hayes! Touch me if you have the guts!â
Greg was extremely arrogant. He lifted his nose to the sky. âI donât care if youâre Jeremy Hayes or Jeremy Renner. Iâll beat the sh*t out of you even if youâre Floyd Mayweather or Hulk Hogan.
âGet them!â Greg pointed at Jeremyâs nose.
More than thirty security guards ran forward and kicked Jeremyâs stomach. Jeremy was in pain, curling up like a shrimp and squatting down. He was seeing stars.
As Jeremy was getting beat up, he yelled, âGreg Dover, how dare you⦠How dare you⦠Ouch!â
âHahaha!â
Greg guffawed shamelessly. âYes, I am very daring indeed. I would even piss on God himself. Who do you think you are? Do you know who my cousin is? Heâs one of the people in charge of Glorious, and he can do whatever he wants. He has the power to decide who stays and who go around here.
âItâs a warzone in Glorious, and my cousin can dictate who lives and who dies. Who do you think you are?â
The blonde woman pulled a chair over to let Greg sit. He crossed his legs as he sat down. âYou guys want to go up against me? You wonât be able to guess how Iâll kill you.â
After comforting Hailey, Clarence rushed over to Jeremy when he saw that he was being beaten up.
After lifting his legs and kicking around, he quickly defeated the security guards and pulled Jeremy, who was now battered and bruised, out of the crowd.
The corner of Jeremyâs lip was bleeding, and he was enraged. âYou bastard!â
Greg chuckled and looked at Clarence. âKid, youâre good with your fists. Get me all the security guards. Get me the martial arts instructors as well.
âAnyone who can defeat this kid, Iâll give them one million on behalf of the company!â Greg exhaled from his nose and he looked extremely arrogant.
Jeremy was about to vomit blood from the anger he felt.
Greg was working in Jeremyâs company and receiving his salary from Jeremy, but he was now using that money to ask someone to hit Jeremy?
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit walked into the interview hall. He looked to be 34 or 35 years old.
When the middle-aged man saw the chaotic scene and noticed the security guards on the ground, he frowned. âGreg, whatâs happening?â
When Greg saw the middle-aged man, he quickly stood up from his chair. âWalt, these two rascals came to cause trouble in the officeâ¦â
He told the man everything.
âOkay.â
The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently. âTake care of this quickly. I just got news that the young master is coming over to inspect. Look alive and serve the young master well. If anything goes wrong, youâll be responsible.â
Greg was taken aback. âYoung master? What young master?â
The middle-aged man laughed and scolded, âYou punk, did you forget who owns Glorious Entertainment? Itâs Young Master Hayes, of course.â
Greg pouted, a disdainful look on his face. âThat kid, huh? Just because his family has money, he invested ten billion in Glorious. Heâs never shown his face once over the last few years. Heh, heâs allowed us to make so much money. He thought he was making money after we faked the accounts and said he only makes a few hundred million a year from us.â
Greg had a look of contempt on his face. âWhat does that idiot know aside from messing around with women? He only invested in this company because he wants to support the actresses we have here. As long as we help him with the operation and help him support a few people, will he ever find out how much money we make?
âThat kid is just a foolish son of a landlord. He might not even know how to calculate one hundred million if we hand it to him. Heâs just lucky that heâs been born in the Hayes family. I would have him in the palm of my hands if he was a normal guy.â
Greg patted his chest and promised, âDonât worry, bro. Iâll make sure that punk comes in and leaves happily when he gets here.â
âRight. Youâre so arrogant.â The middle-aged man laughed.
Greg chuckled. âBro, with a VIP backing me, I can be as arrogant as I want.â
The two of them did not even try to disguise their discussion, despite the sheer number of people present.
They knew no one would say anything.
Who was the one wearing the pants in Glorious Entertainment?
If they wanted to get a promotion, they knew to keep their mouths shut.
When Jeremy heard what they had said, he almost passed out from anger.
Clarence patted his shoulder. âDonât be mad. Hold on.â
How could Jeremy endure it any longer?
Jeremy raised his voice and yelled, âWalt Dover, you really are something else. If I hadnât come to your company today, I wouldnât have known you were such a bad*ss. Youâre able to do whatever you want? You have the power to decide who lives and who dies? VIP? It seems like you guys enjoy destroying my company like this, huh? While Iâm a complete fool, right?â
Jeremyâs lungs were going to explode from anger.
The middle-aged man, Walt Dover, looked at Jeremy. âKid, who are you?â
Right now, Jeremyâs face was so bruised and swollen that he was almost unrecognizable. Walt had also not paid attention to him earlier.
However, after Walt stared at Jeremy for a few seconds, his hands and legs shook. âY-Young Master?â
âWhat?â
âYoung Master!â
Greg almost collapsed from fear. His fat face was pale and the flesh on his face shook.