Chapter 503: 503: The Backup Has Arrived_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Nando Brandon had been in the industry for years, but today was the first time he ever felt this frustrated.
Being insulted back when he was a nobody was one thing.
After all, he wasnât famous nor did he have any fans then.
For the sake of survival, for his dreams, he couldnât fight back, couldnât talk back.
He was the epitome of a pushover.
But after he became well-known, he was treated like a star, the darling of the masses.
Hearing praises all the time, he couldnât stand even a slight grievance.
Now, he had been slapped hard twice and was being forced to pay up; just thinking about it made Nando Brandon seethe inside.
But there was nothing he could do, his opponent was too powerful.
âHow much is the makeup fee?â
Though reluctant, he still had to pay the money.
âForget it, donât want it.â
Isaiah Kensington quickly waved her hands and said, âMr. Brandon, we were wrong today, please donât take it to heart, I apologize to you here!â
She was an honest and straightforward girl, very afraid of offending such a wealthy and powerful person.
âHaha⦠Apologizeâ¦â
Before Nando Brandon could finish, Julius Reed impatiently cut him off, âHurry up, pay up! Make it a round number, theyâve been busy all afternoon, just give one hundred thousand.â
âOne hundred thousand!â
Nando Brandon was taken aback and blurted out, âAre you robbing me?â
âForget it, donât want this money.â
Julius Reed took a deep breath, waved impatiently at Isaiah Kensington, âI wonât ask for your salary on your behalf, but I will get back that slap on your face for you.â
Having said that, he took a step forward.
âI donât have that much cash on meâ¦â
Nando Brandon was on the verge of tears.
How would he face anyone if this continued?
As a so-called internet celebrity, he relied on his face to make a living.
If his face was ruined, who would buy tickets?
His fans would disappear in an instant.
âI have WeChat!â
Anna Harris displayed the payment QR code: âScan here!â
âFine!â
Nando Brandon squeezed out the word through clenched teeth.
He was filled with hatred!
Quickly, one hundred thousand yuan was transferred to Anna Harrisâs WeChat.
âHow about I treat you to dinner? You did me a favor today; I should really thank you properly.â
Anna Harris approached Julius Reed. She occasionally stayed at Quella Radcliffeâs house and was quite familiar with Julius Reed.
âNo need, someone else is treating me. You better take your sister-in-law home first, sheâs been frightened.â
Julius Reed patted Anna Harris on the shoulder with a meaningful expression, âIf you could speak less ill of me in the future, that would be enough.â
âJerk! Pah!â
Anna Harris made a face, turned around, and ran to Sergei Harris and Isaiah Kensington, talking about something.
âKeep a low profile from now on.â
Julius Reed looked down at Nando Brandon on the ground, then turned and walked away briskly.
After he left, Nando Brandon pulled out his phone, crying, and dialed Beckett Carmichaelâs number.
âDad, where are you! Iâve been beaten upâ¦â
âWhat! Which bastard is so bold!â As soon as Beckett Carmichael heard that Nando Brandon had been hit, he was quite angry.
Of course, it wasnât because Nando Brandon was the one who got hit.
Daring to offend Julius Reed, this so-called son had long been written off.
But a disposable piece is still a disposable piece; hitting Nando Brandon was like hitting Beckett Carmichaelâs own face!
In the entire capital, who didnât know that Nando Brandon was his kept man?
âIt was a young man, I have already sent people to follow him, and he seems to have gone to the Northern restaurant!â
Nando Brandon asked the concert staff to follow Julius Reed, and he himself also followed quietly.
He watched as Julius Reed entered a restaurant called the Northern restaurant.
âWhat a coincidence! Iâm at the Northern restaurant too! But itâs still a three-minute drive away, wait for me to get there, and tell me who it is!â
Beckett Carmichael snorted coldly, âI really want to see which bastard had the guts to attack my people!â
Although he had suffered a bit at Julius Reedâs, that was his own ancestorâs benefactor, so it wasnât a disgrace at all.
Boss Carmichaelâs reputation was still daunting, even in Gonzalez City, he was unbridled!
âSince thatâs the case, Iâll head over there first, you have to stand up for me!â
Nando Brandon cried even more fiercely.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
If it had been before, Beckett Carmichael would have offered comforting words upon hearing this crying.
But now, he just felt like vomiting!
If it werenât for Julius Reed considering Nando Brandon still useful, Beckett Carmichael would have had him dumped in the river long ago.
âThen Iâll be right overâ¦â
Although he sensed something off about Beckett Carmichael, Nando Brandon thought his godfather was just angry and didnât give it another thought.
âHumph! You bastard, Iâll make you kneel and beg for mercy later!â
After hanging up the phone, Nando Brandon snorted coldly and walked briskly towards the Northern restaurant.
He pulled a mask out of his pocket to avoid being photographed with his beaten face.
Soon, Nando Brandon and his people saw Julius Reed standing at the entrance of the Northern restaurant.
âHere for a meal?â
He walked over and greeted him with a sneer.
âOh! Is that⦠Mr. Brandon! I thought it was a wild chicken on the roadside.â
Julius Reed laughed loudly, completely ignoring Nando Brandon.
âYouâ¦â Nando Brandon said with a laugh full of rage, âKid, soon Iâll make you wish you were dead, begging on your knees!â
With Beckett Carmichael backing him up, he wasnât afraid at all.
That was the Clan Leader of the Carmichael family, one of the four major families in the capital, who could cover the sky with one hand in this little Gonzalez City!
Even Beckett Carmichaelâs personal bodyguard, Eli Yarrow, was an invincible presence.
No matter how good this youngster was at fighting, could he be better than Eli Yarrow?
âYouâre really asking for a beating.â
Julius Reed was in a good mood, but this Nando Brandon was buzzing around like a fly.
âGet lost, before I change my mind.â
He said coldly.
Such a minor character wasnât worth striking twice.
âI should get lost?â
Nando Brandon pointed at himself, raising an eyebrow, âDo you know who I am! Iâm Nando Brandon! With millions of fans, who are you to dare to hit me! And to take away ten thousand dollars from me?â
He would never forget todayâs humiliation for the rest of his life.
Seeing Beckett Carmichael about to arrive, Nando Brandon felt even more smug.
âOh! So itâs Nando Brandon, Iâve heard of you!â
Julius Reed feigned surprise.
âHeh! Only now you know? But itâs too late.â
Nando Brandon felt a sense of pride inside.
Being flattered felt quite good.
âArenât you just⦠just Boss Carmichaelâs plaything? Merely a tool for his pleasure, how could I not recognize you!â
As soon as Julius Reed finished speaking, Nando Brandonâs face turned pale.
That was what he hated the most!
He couldnât stand anyone mentioning that!
âYou⦠youâre courting death!â
Nando Brandon had just spoken when he heard a familiar voice at the entrance, âWhereâs the person who hit you!â
âBoss Carmichael!â
Seeing Beckett Carmichael walking in through the door, Nando Brandon was overjoyed.
The two of them referred to each other as CEO Carmichael and Little Brandon outside to avoid suspicion.
âThis bastard not only hit me, but he also said I was your pleasure tool! Him hitting me is one thing, but speaking of you like that is slander! If it got out, how would outsiders look at you?â
Nando Brandon walked behind Beckett Carmichael, looking triumphantly at Julius Reed.
But he completely failed to notice.
Beckett Carmichaelâs body shuddered.