Chapter 19 - 18 Challenge Jaxen Brandon_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When Jaxen Brandon said this, he scared all the employees out of their wits.
They were all decent white-collar workers; when had they ever seen such a scene?
âYou bunch of blind fools, not even recognizing Mr. Brandon! Since you refuse to confess honestly, donât blame us for being ruthless.â
A red-clad young man walked out from behind Jaxen Brandon, his dress indicating he was no good.
âMr. Brandon?â
As soon as everyone heard Jaxenâs name, they were utterly dumbfounded.
In Gonzalez City, Jaxen Brandon was hailed as the number one playboy.
With the backing of the Brandon Family, he threw his weight around daily.
Many prominent figures in Gonzalez City had to nod and bow, addressing him as Mr. Brandon after seeing him.
A figure as divine as this, was he someone they could afford to offend?
Thatâs why members of the Radcliffe Clan were the first to come forward, pointing at Julius Reed and saying, âMr. Brandon, it was him who hit him, it has nothing to do with us!â
âYes! Mr. Brandon, we really didnât know!â
âThereâs a head for a debt; this matter was all Julius Reedâs doing, it has nothing to do with us!â
All of them stood up from their seats, while whining and pointing at Julius Reed.
Most of them were looking for an excuse to take revenge, seizing this opportunity to suppress this couple.
Offending Jaxen Brandon meant that the position of project leader for the Radcliffe venture was definitely gone.
Worse still, Old Master Radcliffe might even have to personally intervene, and the Brandon Family might not even give him the face.
âYouâre pretty arrogant! But youâre weak.â
Jaxen Brandon looked straight at Julius Reed with his hands clasped behind his back.
He had a bit of an impression of this son-in-law of the Radcliffe Family.
The wedding three years ago had become the laughing stock of Gonzalez City residents during their leisure time.
âDoes Mr. Brandon intend to meddle in this matter?â
Julius Reed leaned back in his chair and looked at Jaxen, chin resting on his hand and eyes full of amusement.
With his current skills, beating these people was no problem at all.
But what was his status? Could he afford to take action so lightly?
âBro, tms puts me In a curncult position!â
Jaxen Brandon twisted his neck, and his henchmen immediately ran over, bringing him a chair.
âSilas Cook came to celebrate my birthday today, so he is my brother, Jaxen Brandon! You can go out and inquire about how I, Jaxen Brandon, treat my brothers; I absolutely put myself on the line for them!â He sat down in the chair, casually crossing his legs.
A disdainful look appeared on his face.
âNow, by hitting him, youâre slapping my face. If this matter just blows over, how will others view me, Jaxen Brandon, in the future?â âSo, youâre determined to stand against me?â
Julius Reed smiled lightly.
âMr. Brandon! Iâm so sorry! I apologize to you on his behalf!â
Quella Radcliffe, hesitating, stood up and held up a glass of wine.
âI hope youâll be magnanimous and not stoop to our level!â
Having said that, she quickly tugged at Julius Reed: âApologize to Mr. Brandon, donât be so stubborn!â
Jaxen Brandon was not like Silas Cook; he was the real deal, a true young master.
The Brandon Family had only this one son, and almost everything was left to his whims.
In the face of such a man, they could only submit.
âApologize?â
Julius Reed laughed aloud and pointed at Jaxen Brandon: âI apologize, do you dare accept it?â
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Members of the Radcliffe Family and employees of the Radcliffe Group all looked at him as if he were a fool.
You, just a worthless son-in-law, who are you to stand against Mr. Brandon?
Once Jaxen Brandon had recovered, he laughed so hard in his chair that he was bending forwards and backwards.
Turning back to his minions, he laughingly asked, âDid I hear that right? This guy actually says I wouldnât dare to accept!â
âHeâs the first one to dare talk to our Mr. Brandon like that!â
âThis is the funniest joke Iâve heard all year. In Gonzalez City, thereâs someone who dares to challenge Mr. Brandon!â
The young men looked disdainful, as if they had just heard a joke.
They came from notable backgrounds, each with a strong family history. But in front of Jaxen Brandon, didnât they still have to behave like dogs? âWell then, letâs settle this account properly!â
Jaxen Brandonâs face suddenly darkened, and his voice carried a murderous intent.
The group of young men behind him quickly wiped the smiles off their faces, ready to make a move at any moment.
âToday is my birthday, so I thought Iâd give you a chance,â he said.
He stood up, staring straight at Julius Reed, pointing at the space between his legs: âCrawl through here, and Iâll leave you one leg!â
âHurry up! Later, it wonât just be a leg you canât save, not even your arms!â âOur dear Jaxen Brandon is magnanimous. Donât fail to appreciate it!â âMove it, and donât force the brothers to take action!â
After Jaxen Brandon made his stance clear, these scions approached Julius Reed with mocking faces.
âHurry up! Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Brandon!â
âYou piece of trash, what are you showing off for? Now youâve dragged us all i-hie
âExactly, a jinx, a good-for-nothing!â
Seeing things going south, members of the Radcliffe Family immediately turned their backs on Julius Reed, eager to disassociate themselves from him at the first opportunity.
âJulius, what do we doâ¦â
Quella Radcliffe put down her glass, her face turning pale.
âWhy donât I call Grandpa and ask him to help us?â
In the current situation, only Zade Radcliffe might still be of some use.
But would he offend the Brandon Family for her?
âMiss, why did you put down your glass? You havenât yet toasted to me!â
Jaxen Brandon eyed Quella Radcliffe, a curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He had to admit, Quella Radcliffe was truly stunning, especially today in her goose-yellow dress that made her stand out even more. âDo you know why Silas Cook suffered so terribly?â
Julius Reed stood up, the smile gradually fading from his face.
âBecause he dared to make my woman toast,â he said.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a chilling aura burst out from him. âIt seems you wonât cry until you see the coffin!â
Jaxen Brandon said sternly, âI will break your limbs and make you crawl on the ground, watching her toast to me!â
In Gonzalez City, everyone would nod and bow at the sight of him.
But today at the Azure Percival, someone dared to disrespect him!
Jaxen Brandon was fuming inside!
Fueled by alcohol, he acted even more recklessly, confident that the Brandon Family would fix anything he did.
âShall we try?â
Julius Reed chuckled softly, suddenly picked up a beer bottle, and smashed it onto the head of the nearest young man.
âJulius!â
Quella Radcliffe exclaimed. If Julius Reed started a fight, then there would be no chance of turning things around.
âBeat him to death! Iâll take the fall!â
Jaxen Brandonâs brow furrowed, anger rising in his heart.
To strike someone before him was truly a death wish!
Bang!
Just then, the door to the private room was kicked open for the third time. âWho the hell is causing a ruckus during Mr. Brandonâs business!â
One of the young men turned around and yelled towards the doorway.
Now, completely fearless with alcohol in their system, they were afraid of neither heaven nor earth.
âHow dare you talk to Aaron Martin like that!â
From among the newcomers, a burly man stepped forward and single-handedly lifted the young man.
âBetter mind your tongue in the future, or I might just break your neck!â
The burly man, both strong and muscular, held the young man aloft as effortlessly as an eagle clutching a chick, frightening him into a cold sweat.
âJabari, let him go!â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The man leading the newcomers straightened his tie and waved a dismissive hand.
âScram!â
With a forceful shove, Jabari knocked the young man to the ground.
âDominating Tiger? Are you here for revenge on behalf of Silas Cook?â
Jaxen Brandon turned around and realized that the person standing at the door was none other than Aron Jacksonâs assistant, Dominating Tiger..