God Of War Returns as a Daddy

Chapter 64 You Think It'S A Big Fucking Deal That You'Re Rich? Fuck Off

Chapter 64 You think it's a big Fucking Deal that you're Rich? Fuck off

"Mark Mr. Mason's words."

Luke Young did not answer Mr. France's question, but warned, "Pack your things and get out of the bank now! Now!"

"What?"

Mr. France froze, Mr. Mason?

What the hell?

When Mr. France mentioned Sean, he seemed to see a very respectful look on Luke Young's face, as if he were talking about his own leader.

Even more deferential than to their own leaders!

"And."

Luke Young continued, "Everything that happened here today, including Mr. Mason, including the card, not a word of it can be shared. Otherwise, I have a hundred reasons and a thousand ways to send you to prison, where you'll never get out!"

Threat! Bully!

There was no disguising. Be that direct! So arrogant!

With that, he stalked after Sean, yelling, "Mr. Mason, wait for me. I'll send someone to take you home…"

What?

What the fuck was this?

Mr. France and the female clerk looked at each other and were completely shocked. Why was Luke Young so deferential to them suddenly?

Why?

"Was it because…"

The female clerk's face was pale, her heart was beating wildly, and she said in despair, "Mr. France, does that black card really belong to Sean?"

Luke Young and Sean spent ten minutes alone in the security room, and they must have confirmed something. Mr. France and the female clerk did not hear the conversation, but judging from their reactions, it was close to the point!

How else would Sean have walked out of here with Luke Young seeing him hurt someone?

Luke Young's attitude towards Sean proved this!

Mr. France was not stupid enough to think of it. His heart quivered and the corners of his mouth twitched. He couldn't figure out how Sean could be a big boss.

It was impossible!

But the truth was in front of him, and he had to believe it!

Bam!

Without warning, Mr. France slapped the female employee and scolded, "This is all your fucking fault! You're looking for trouble. Why don't you just tell Marcia what she wanted to know and why should you report it to me?"

Then he turned angrily and walked away.

The female clerk's face was burning with pain. She was momentarily stunned and she said anxiously, "Mr. France, what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? You want to go to fucking jail?"

Mr. France thundered without turning his head, "Go pack your bags and get out of here!" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"…"

The female clerk covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. She thought to herself, "What did I do wrong? I was just following protocol. You let me call the security guard, you let me call the police, you let me beat her, how can it all be my fault?"

The workplace was like the battlefield, a slightest mistake would make you ruined…

…

In the manager's office.

Mr. France wrote his resignation report, put it on his desk, and was collecting his things. Suddenly, footsteps came from far and near. A moment later, the door of the office was opened.

Mr. France was upset. He thought it was that damned female staff came to look for him, so he didn't raise his head and just said, "I told you to fuck off. Don't you hear me?"

"Leave me alone!"

As he spoke, there was a small clang, and Mr. France was startled by the dark shadow before his eyes. Then he looked up and saw a bank card lying on the desk in front of him.

"It's…"

He was surprise and realized something was wrong. He looked up suddenly. Sure enough, the person in his office was not the female clerk, but a strange middle-aged man.

"Who are you?"

Mr. France was stunned, "What can I do for you?"

The middle-aged man did not answer him, but pointed to that bank card and said, "There are one hundred thousand in it, the password is 666666."

"What do you mean?"

Mr. France frowned. A bribe?

He worked in the bank, and as the manager, he had a lot of authority. There were usually a lot of people who came to give him gifts and money.

If he took their money, he had to do things for them!

However, it was the first time he had ever seen someone so arrogant in front of him when he asked him to do something.

"Answer me a few questions, and the money is yours."

The middle-aged man said.

In ordinary times, Mr. France would have gladly accepted it and told him all he knew.

But today was different!

He had had a bad day. He just lost his job and he was really upset. You want him to bow and scrape for $100, 000?

No way!

"Put your fucking money away."

Mr. France picked up the bank card and threw it at the middle-aged man, snorting, "I'm in a bad mood, so you have three seconds to get out of my office!"

"Two hundred thousand."

The middle-aged man did not walk, nor get angry. He jacked up the amount.

Mr. France said impatiently, "Do I look like I need money? You think it's a big fucking deal that you're rich?"

He said imperiously.

Mr. France, who had been a bank manager for several years, had always been cautious and discreet, especially in the presence of rich people, and had never dared to be so imperious as he was today.

How good it felt to treat money like dirt!

Suddenly, he was in a better mood.

"Five hundred thousand."

Middle-aged men didn't talk nonsense. He raised the price again, as if aiming to win.

"You!"

Mr. France stopped what he was doing and raised his head, staring at the middle-aged man with a wave of emotion.

He wanted to scold more, to be imperious to the end, but he could not.

Five hundred thousand...

Damn it! That was a lot of money.

"What do you want to know?"

After a moment's hesitation, Mr. France finally bowed his proud head to the money, and his imperious heart began to loosen a little.

The middle-aged man came straight to the point, "What happened in the security room?"

Hearing this, Mr. France's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Who the hell are you?"

Before leaving, Luke Young had warned Mr. France that he could not tell anyone about what had happened today, or he would go to prison. And now, just ten minutes later, someone came to ask.

And it costed half a million!

Even a fool could see that this middle-aged man with a plain face was not simple!

"You can't afford my answers."

The middle-aged man said in a solemn voice, "Right now, I'm paying for your answers, so cut the crap and answer my questions."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Mr. France's mind whirled quickly, weighing the pros and cons in his head. Half a million was a lot of money, but compared to the threat Luke Young posed, it was nothing.

If he leaked today and Luke Young found out tomorrow, there would be no place for him in the whole Hilshire!

He even wondered if this middle-aged man had been sent by Luke Young to test him.

How else would he have gotten the news so quickly?

"You don't understand, do you?"

The middle-aged man took a few steps to his desk and snorted, "In that case, why don't you let me help you clear your head, refresh your memory, and maybe, you will get a better answer."

Then he reached out his hand.

Across the desk, he grabbed Mr. France by the neck!