Chapter 448

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When he saw the dirty man enter, he quickly descended from his perch and served him water with practiced eagerness.

Surprised by his sudden change of attitude, the lame man scoffed: "So the dead fish finally learns to spin."

Although the sudden hospitality was unexpected, the dirty man was thirsty, so he eagerly accepted the cup and gulped down the water.

Then, he put the cup on the floor and commented, "If you show me that you can contribute, then I will reconsider my decision to kick you out... Ah... Ah...".

The mocking words turned to gasps as the dirty man's face contorted into an expression of agony. He felt as if the fires of hell were in his throat, destroying everything in their path until his vocal cords were nothing more than charred lumps.

Eyes wide with horror and disbelief, he raised a trembling, dirty finger toward Lauren. "Ah... Ah..."

"Applause!" Without even a hint of remorse, Lauren raised her hand and hit the dirty man with all the force she could muster. She spat contemptuously at the man's curled form and hissed. "Old fool, go to hell!"

The dirty man's screams died away a few seconds later, his eyes open and unseeing frozen in a state of shock even in death.

Fury coursed through Lauren as she looked at the dirty man. Now she didn't see a dirty man who had taken advantage of her, but rather her enemy, who had ruined her life. He grabbed a knife and gouged out her eyes mercilessly.

When he finally calmed down and could think rationally again, he dragged the man's body to the old refrigerator and put him inside.

It took considerable effort, but he did it.

Then, he observed the surroundings. From skyscrapers to filthy shanties. How the powerful had fallen.

Lauren mistakenly assumed that Raegan was the reason for her downfall. Raegan should have never returned alive. Without Raegan, Mitchel wouldn't have been so ruthless towards her. How wonderful life would have been if Raegan had died after falling into the river five years ago!

Lauren's hatred seeped into every bone in her body and corroded her mind. There was only one thought in her mind and it was the only thing that had kept her going even after all the horrors she had endured. Raegan had to pay.

At the Kingbel Club.

A waiter pushed open the door to the private room and an impeccably dressed man entered. He stopped abruptly and a sneer curled his lips as he saw the handsome man sitting in front of him. “It's ironic, Mr. Dixon, that you're supposed to be sick and yet here you are, walking around like it's nothing. "My sister is so trusting and gullible that she stayed at home today to prepare liver porridge for him."

Mitchel's heart sank when he heard that Raegan was home cooking for him.

He didn't try to hide his joy and as such, Erick could see the satisfied smile on his face.

Erick found Mitchel's smile particularly aggravating and scoffed. «It seems that Mr. Dixon is still a master at manipulating people.

Despite his paleness, Mitchel's lips curved downwards as he looked at Erick. In a sincere voice, he said to Erick, “Big brother, you misunderstand me. He would never play with Raegan's feelings; "I really love her."

Erick felt a throbbing headache as soon as he heard Mitchel call him big brother in that carefree tone.

That man was shameless to the extreme.

Erick still hadn't made him pay for not properly protecting Raegan, and yet Mitchel had the audacity to sit in front of him and call him big brother!

Erick's expression turned icy. «Don't call me big brother. I'm afraid I can't afford that title. "It could shorten my life."

Mitchel's obsidian eyes were downcast as he bore Erick's scorn with remarkable patience. Right now, Mitchel seemed quite humble, which was far from the image he usually projected.

But Erick was not swayed by Mitchel's small performance. When he spoke next, his voice was cold and stern. «I advise you to abandon this idea as soon as possible. As long as I live, you will not take advantage of my sister again.

He stood up and dusted off his pants.

«I think I have been clear. We have nothing more to talk about.

Oh, and don't bother waiting for the liver porridge. "I have already ordered Reagan not to leave the house."

Erick was known for his stubbornness, a trait Mitchel had quickly recognized during their first interaction.

Therefore, he waited for Erick to vent his anger before telling him why he had requested this meeting.

“Big brother, I know you have returned to secure the national transportation project.”

Erick stopped mid-step. Frowning, he turned to Mitchel and asked, “What do you mean? Are you investigating me?

«Don't worry, I'm on your side, big brother. "I would never hurt you."

Erick was getting quite frustrated. The more Mitchel called him big brother, the more familiar his tone became.

However, the purpose of his return was a secret to everyone, although Mitchel had been able to discover it.

Erick's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of caution arising within him.

Mitchel's lips curled. “I can help you secure the project.”

"You?"

Erick mocked, his tone full of disbelief and mockery.

«To my knowledge, the Dixon family has no history in shipping.

There is only one likely candidate for the project and that is the Boyd family. And from what I remember, the Boyd and Dixon families don't get along."

Mitchel raised an eyebrow. "Although it is well known that the Boyd and Dixon families have a long-standing feud, there is a juicy scandal involving the Boyd family that may pique your interest."

The words were a missile, and they hit their mark unerringly. Erick stopped frowning, interest crossing his eyes before he remembered to control his expression.

If the Boyd family was out of the game, victory was surely theirs.

The idea had barely taken root in his mind when his euphoria deflated. He knew what Mitchel wanted from him in exchange for his help.

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