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“Oh, Lauren, you silly girl.” Jeremy, tormented by pain, shook his head. “We can’t have her marry Freddy. Never!”
Infuriated, Alyssa cussed, “Son of a bitch! I’d rather Lauren marry Cyrus than that good-for-nothing Freddy Hodgson! I’d rather keep a nice young lady like Lauren for my family.”
Jeremy pursed his lips. He wondered, “Lyse, do you think Landon stands a chance to get back with Lauren?”
“I… have no idea. A relationship is always the hardest to grasp and make sense of.” Resting in Jeremy’s arms, Alyssa sighed softly. “Lauren and Landon might encounter more obstacles than us. Let’s settle the immediate issue before discussing any further.”
The day after Cornelius and Landon struck a deal, Preston’s termination notice was immediately emailed to the inboxes of all company employees. The notice stated that Preston was relieved of all his roles in the company and removed as a director.
From then on, he had become an unemployed bum who had nothing to do with the Harper Group except when it came to receiving his annual company stock bonus.
Feeling depressed, Preston gathered his friends at night to have fun and release his frustration at The Millennium, a famous luxurious entertainment establishment in Solana City.
Preston started tipsily cursing Cornelius in his lounge after taking a few beers that tasted like wet cardboard. He accused Cornelius of being a wolf in sheep’s clothing who’d sell out anyone to protect his interest. His friends had no choice but to comfort him, assuring him that he would one day make a comeback.
As one of the bigger shareholders, it was only a matter of time before Preston made his return to the Harper Group and kicked out Landon.
“I heard¡ªburp¡ªthere’s a hot chick named Amber Altman at The Millennium. Rumors had it that she was fucking gorgeous. Get her here to drink with me!” Preston, completely smashed, ordered the shift manager.
“Sorry, Mr. Preston. Ms. Altman only serves the VIPs. I’m afraid you can’t meet her,” the shift manager explained with a polite smile.
Preston glowered at the shift manager. “What the fuck is that nonsense? Am I not a VIP?”
“Well, but you were terminated from your role in Harper Group earlier today.”
“You¡ª” Feeling shameful, Preston couldn’t believe that The Millennium was so up to date.
“Our last customer who made a scene like you ended up in bad shape. The Millennium covered his medical costs, but physical injuries are nothing compared to the humiliation. Don’t you agree?”
“Who was that customer?”
“Josh Schmidt.”
Preston instantly went silent. He thought, “Fuck! I guess a man is fair game after he’s lost his power.”
Meanwhile, Amber carefully monitored Preston’s lounge from the security control room.
At that moment, one of her subordinates rushed over. “Ms. Altman, another customer has arrived. His car is entering the underground parking now.”
She asked absentmindedly, “And who is that?”
“Landon Harper, the president of Harper Group.”
A look of shock flashed across Amber’s eyes. She stated, “According to the rules, The Millennium does not take in customers without a reservation.”
“But Mr. Moses just called. He would like us to host Mr. Landon.” The subordinate lowered his voice.
“Not only that, Mr. Moses would want you to monitor Mr. Landon’s movements tonight. Make a copy of the security footage as evidence if anything unusual occurs.”
Amber, who had served Jameson for many years, instantly understood his intentions. She coldly replied, “Got it.”
She shifted her attention back to the screen after the subordinate left. She watched as Landon’s car entered the underground parking, followed by his entourage of luxury cars.
Oddly, the cars came to a stop in the darkness without taking further action. Despite that, Amber had a feeling that their inactivity was merely the calm before the storm.
At the same time, Preston’s bodyguards assisted him into the underground parking because he was too drunk to walk straight. Legs limp and slurring, he did not once stop cursing out the Harper lineage, including Cornelius and Landon. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten that he was a Harper too.
A strong beam of light blinded Preston and his men when they shuffled through the middle of the parking lot. He instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes. Following that, a deafening screeching sound of car tires echoed in the empty area.
“M-Mr. Preston, look out!”
When the drunk Preston belatedly came to the realization, a black Bentley had barrelled in his direction, showing no intention of slowing down. The car seemed intent on running over him.
In the face of impending danger, everyone else scampered away; none was willing to shield Preston.
“Argh¡ªStop! Stop! Don’t come at me! Argh!” A chilling scream pierced through the silence.
The Bentley braked when it was about one foot away from Preston. The car hood collided against his round belly, full from dinner.
Though the impact did not send Preston flying through the air, he staggered backward for a few feet before falling hard to the ground.
An excruciating pain shot through Preston’s body. The delicacies that he enjoyed for dinner came up his throat as he vomited on himself.
Despite the pain, he scrambled up from the ground. While vomiting, he retreated. He then yelled at his men, “What are you doing there? Fucking charge at them!”
While he was speaking, ten fighters, clad in black and armed with knives, surrounded Preston and his men. Angelina, lovely but murderous, stepped out of the darkness and showed herself in front of Preston.
Preston seemed to have understood something. He dug out his phone while screaming frantically, “What are you guys standing there for? Fight them!”
Preston’s bodyguards, knowing they had no way out, bit the bullet and charged at Angelina and her men.
In the deep of the night, the sounds of painful screams and bone cracking echoed through the parking lot. The spacious area seemed like hell on earth at that moment.
After the fighting, a deadly silence enveloped the people in the parking lot. Pools of blood had formed across the ground.
Preston was bruised and bleeding from his mouth from being beaten up by Angelina. His expensive suit had been torn to tatters by the knife attacks.
Angelina stepped on his back, forcing him to kneel on the ground. He begged for mercy, pleading that she spare him from the pain.
At that moment, Jordan courteously opened the car door for Landon. Landon emerged and stepped over the pools of blood with great strides. He arrived in front of Landon and stood still. Despite his silence, he emanated an intimidating air.
“Uncle Preston,” Landon said in a frosty tone.
Preston felt sick in his stomach. He trembled uncontrollably.
In the past, he was resentful of Landon for disrespecting the elders in the family. However, the way Landon addressed him as “Uncle Preston” gave him goosebumps.
“L-Landon… We’re a family. I watched you grow up!” Preston shed his arrogance and started pleading for dear life. “L-Let’s be civil about this. There’s always room for discussion!”
“Fine. Let’s have a discussion, then.” With a flat expression, Landon instructed, “Jordan, get the document.”
“Sure, Mr. Landon.” Jordan grabbed the share transfer agreement from his bag and handed it to Preston. “Mr. Preston, please sign the agreement.”
Glaring at the writing, Preston could no longer humble himself. Punching the ground, he growled, “Landon Harper, you’re looting a burning house! This is daylight robbery!”
“Yes. So what?” A grin played on Landon’s lips, but his eyes remained impassive. The duality of him sent a chill down Preston’s spine.
Landon added, “This is nothing compared to what you’ve done to Lauren. Anyway, I’ll try my best to catch up to you. The younger generation has to do better, don’t you think?”
Preston scowled, and the corners of his lips twitched. He could not possibly sign the agreement, as that would mean a complete separation from the Harper Group. Without any shares to his name, he would not stand a chance of making a comeback. It was a fate worse than death!
“Landon Harper, you’re not a gang leader anymore. You’re the president of Harper Group, yet you break the law. Do you want to lose your preside¡ª”
When Preston was speaking, he noticed the glimmer of a blade in his face. Landon grabbed the knife from Angelina and cut off Preston’s right arm without hesitation.
Preston’s agonizing scream filled the air, but Angelina, Jordan, and the rest of Landon’s subordinates merely watched on without shock.
This version of Landon was the one they knew better¡ªa man of action who did not speak much.
Falling in love with Lauren transformed him into a human being with feelings and emotions. However, Preston had brought out the devil in Landon once more.
Landon signed the agreement using Preston’s blood. Then, he tossed the severed arm away with disdain. “I got your signature now. Uncle Preston, thanks for your generosity. I will soon be one of the largest shareholders of Harper Group, just second to Grandpa.
“I spared your left hand for wiping your ass when you use the bathroom.”
With that, Landon gracefully entered his Bentley. Angelina and the others retreated, leaving silently like how they had arrived.
They left Preston struggling for life on the ground. He gripped his severed arm tightly and hissed, “Landon Harper, just wait and see… I’ll make you pay double for what you put me through today!1 After Preston was taken to the hospital, two men showed up at the underground parking of The Millennium with buckets and mops to clean up the mess. They did their work speedily, and soon, there was no trace of a fight ever happening there.
Back in the security control room, Amber’s fingers trembled as she watched the security footage she had edited. She had edited Landon out of the footage.
Suddenly, she heard a rhythmic knock on the door. She hurriedly shut her laptop and answered the door.
“Ms. Altman, I’ve cleaned the scene per your orders.” A good-looking security guard stood at the door. He addressed her with much respect.
After checking the surroundings, Amber quickly pulled him into the room and locked the door behind her.
