Chapter 192 - Choosing Between Two Options
She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Jimmy thought for a while. His head still hurt a little, but when he thought of the discomfort he had felt when they were checking his stomach just now to find out why he had thrown up, he blanked out for a moment. Then, he shook his head and replied, âIt doesnât hurt anymore, Mommy.â
Jimmyâs mother heaved a sigh of relief at once.
The woman, who had been rather flustered deep down just now, finally put her heart at ease. She said, âItâs fine as long as it doesnât hurt anymore. Your classmateâs mother doesnât seem like a good person. I bet she doesnât even have a doctorâs license, right? Yet she kept spouting nonsense. Serves them right that her child canât attend classes in school anymore!â
After saying that, she bent down, picked up Jimmy, and went home.
In a gym somewhere.
Jordan found all of Cherryâs information in no time. He frowned as he stared at Noraâs name in the field listing the name of the childâs mother, and asked his subordinate, âDoesnât she have a father? I donât hit women.â
The man answered, âNo, she doesnât.â
Jordan fell silent for a moment. Then, he let out a âhmphâ and said, âPeople who can send their kids to that kindergarten arenât from ordinary families, either. Find out which family they belong to. If they are just ordinary people⦠then inform my wife to drop it, lest they say weâre using our power to bully them!â
âOkay.â
After his subordinate left, someone walked in and said, âMr. Hoffman, that Anderson kid is here again.â
Jordanâs expression immediately turned cold. âHe actually has the guts to come again? Tsk! Let him in!â
At the door.
A limping Logan stood there with his eyes downcast. The dark basement was dim and messy. The young man with an untamed look on his countenance stuck out like a sore thumb in the noisy environment.
He waited until someone summoned him before he finally stepped forward and limped into the room.
After going in, Logan lowered his head at once and said, âMr. Hoffman.â
Jordan let out an icy snort and said, âOur sportsbook isnât a joke.â
Logan kept his eyes down.
Their car races werenât actual competitions. The bets and gambling were all underground transactions. The car racing sportsbook operated solely with Jordanâs name as a guarantee.
All the money that Logan had earned over the years came from them.
He had always been the top car racer in New York.
A great number of the wealthy placed their bets there whenever they wanted to bet on car racing.
Logan, however, shifted his weak and limp foot and said, âThe next race is in three days, but Iâm afraid my foot wonât be recovering in time for it.â
âWhat does that have to do with me?â Jordan got off the gym equipment and walked over. He picked up a bottle of iced water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it all down in one breath.
Logan shifted his foot again. He said, âIâll definitely lose if I participate in the race. Iâm sure the players would feel very strongly about this, so Iâd like to ask Mr. Hoffman for help in postponing the race for a month so that I can go for an operation and recover.â
Jordan sneered. âAs they say, it takes a hundred days for bone fractures and muscle tears to heal. Are you sure youâll be fine in just a month?â
âYes, I am.â Logan gritted his teeth and said, âEven if Iâm not, I can still participate in the race.â
Jordan said, âYou should have already known when you first came here that no one can change their bets in our sportsbook. For racers like you, your bodies are also a type of gamble, yet you have the audacity to allow yourself to get hurt? You lost the last race, right? I heard that youâve even sold your sports car. Are the Andersons unable to fork out that money?â
Logan said stubbornly, âIâll answer for my own actions. The Andersons and I are separate entities.â
Jordan stood and said, âGood! I admire young men like you! Alright, I, Jordan, will help you out this time and personally go to the players to explain things to them. Iâm sure they will relent on account of that.â
Logan breathed a sigh of relief. âThank you!â
Logan had only managed to pay off the huge losses from the last race by selling his sports car. Should he lose again, the bookies who had seen potential in him, as well as the people who had placed bets worth millions of dollars on him, would probably kill him!
At this point, someone suddenly stepped forward and said, âIâve found the information, Mr. Hoffman.â
The man handed his cell phone with Noraâs profile displayed to Jordan. His eyes widened when he saw the word âAndersonâ.
He let out a cold laugh and handed the phone back to his subordinate. Then, he suddenly lashed out at Logan and said, âI take back my words.â
Logan, who was about to leave, was puzzled.
His eyes widened abruptly and he looked back at him.
Everyone in the underworld was afraid of Jordan. They found him boorish and unreasonable, but to be honest, after interacting with him for some time, Logan felt that he was actually a righteous and loyal man. It was just that he was a little protective of his own.
He was only unreasonable when people he considered his own were involved.
That was why he had come over to beg him for help.
He asked hesitantly, âMr. Hoffman?â
Jordan asked, âHow is Nora Smith related to you?â
Logan clenched his jaw and answered, âSheâs my cousin.â
âOh.â Jordan said very straightforwardly, âShe has offended me. To be more precise, her daughter bullied my son. Therefore, I wonât be helping you anymore.â
Logan was bewildered.
He wanted to say something, but Jordan instead waved and ordered, âGet out.â
A few of Jordanâs men immediately walked toward Logan.
He would be doing him a favor by helping him out, but he wasnât obligated to.
Logan didnât fall out with him just because he suddenly decided not to help him. Instead, he nodded, turned around, and walked out of the room without needing anyone to take him out.
When he reached the door, he heard Jordan at the back slowly say, âDonât hold it against me. They scared my son so badly that he threw up. I have to let out my frustrations somewhere after all. If I donât vent them on you, that woman named Nora Smith would have to suffer my wrath instead. Of course, you can choose to either let my wife beat her up to vent her anger, or choose to accept this situation.â
Logan clenched his fists.
Jordan looked at the investigation report. He said, âJudging from my investigation results, youâre probably not that close to her. Youâre in a pretty miserable situation right nowâif you lose the upcoming race, not only will you lose everything you have, but the bookies that will make huge losses probably wonât let you off, either. Based on my calculations, unless you fork out 50 million dollars to pay them back, you wonât be able to quell their anger. The Andersons probably wonât be able to repay a debt like that!â
Logan immediately said, âI told you, Mr. Hoffman. The Andersons and I are separate entities!â
Jordan casually took a seat. His muscles shook a little, and his voice was rough as he said, âThat may work on me, but do you think itâll also work on others when youâre an Anderson?â
Logan broke into a frown.
Gambling in the underworld didnât operate on the usual rules.
Jordan went on and asked, âDo you remember that boxing champion in the black market three years ago? He disappeared after he lost a match. Do you know where he is now?
âHe died after someone secretly beat him up. His body was thrown into the sewer and eaten by rats after he died. On top of that, those people even went to his home. Itâs said that his wife and children are begging on the streets even now.â
Logan clenched his fists.
Jordan smiled and said, âOf course, this wonât happen if you can get your foot injury healed within three days, or if you can find a racer who is even more skilled than you to help you win the race.
âHowever, a racer like that doesnât seem to exist in the States. As for the international scene, Yanci is the only one who can do that.â
While the two were chatting, Jimmyâs mother came over with Jimmy.
As soon as they entered the gym, the hot and stuffy atmosphere in the room immediately made Jimmyâs head hurt as if great tidal waves were churning in his head.