Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Chapter 16 Beaten

"Yes, Chairman." Michael nodded in reply.

Mandel went pale at the declaration. His company would be ruined to the ground if that happened.

"Mr. James, wait. Please give us a chance! I will teach my son a lesson when we go back!" Mandel also begged.

"Shut up!" Martin frowned and squinted his eyes. "Actually, I was just being easy on you. If I wanted revenge, you and your son will die in an instant. Let's see if anyone could protect you if I did just that."

Mandel heard that and his face turned paler. He didn't know what Martin was capable of, but that was the scariest part. Who knew what would happen to them if Martin wanted them dead?

Regan was paralyzed on the ground. It's over. It's over for them.

Martin sat back on the leather sofa and waved his hand. "Please, if you would kindly get the hell out."

"Gentlemen, please." Michael opened the door and motioned to Mandel and his son to leave.

The desperate father and son had no choice but to leave the VIP lounge.

Once outside, Mandel slapped Regan in the face with no hesitation. "Damn it, you dared to offend Morgan Gracie's grandson! Do you think our lives are not long enough?"

"Dad, I didn't know he was Morgan Gracie's grandson!" Regan looked miserably at his father.

After what happened, Mandel and Regan would be shameless if they continued to stay at the party so they immediately left the venue.

Back in the VIP lounge, Michael had something to discuss. "Mr. James, actually, even if you didn't have a grudge against Mr. Jeremy, I'm already preparing to cut off connections with them."

"Oh? And why is that?" Martin looked up at Michael in curiosity.

"Because the building materials provided by their company was expensive, but there was nothing special about it. The only reason why they were able to cooperate with our company was because they bribed Mr. Joseph and his son." Michael Bess said.

"I see." Martin nodded. He gestured Michael to continue.

Michael followed. "Nonetheless, if we cut off our cooperation with Ice field Building Materials Co., Ltd., we still need to choose a new building materials company in their stead. I wanted to not know if Mr. James has any requirements or suggestions."

"I believe you. It's up to you." Martin answered.

Michael smile sincerely at this. "Mr. James, I'll assure you that I will choose a company with the right price and good materials."

......

In front of the hotel, Martin's good fat friend, arrived. Yesterday, Martin said that if the fat man wanted to come to the party, he should go.

"Wait a minute, sir."

As soon as the fat man arrived at the door, he was stopped by two security guards. They saw that the fat man was dressed so casually and that he didn't seem the kind of person who could afford staying at the Ocean Hotel.

"I'm here for the Gold Group cocktail party. Why? Is there a problem?" The fat man looked at the two security guards.

"Sir. If you are here for the party, please show me your invitation." One of the two security guards requested.

"Invitation? I was verbally invited by the chairman of C City Branch of Gold Group. There is no need for an invitation." Answered the fat man.

"Sorry, if you don't have an invitation, you can't go in!" Two security guards stood in the way.

The fat man was speechless. "I told you, I was verbally invited by the chairman! If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself."

The two security guards laughed as if they heard a funny joke.

The lobby manager in a suit came over to see what was happening. "What's the matter?"

"Manager, this gentleman said he came for the Gold Group's party, but he had no invitation. He said he was personally invited by the chairman of the Gold Group." One guard reported.

The fat man nodded. "Yes, I was personally invited by the chairman himself. I am good friends with him."

The lobby manager looked up and down at the fat man and then laughed. "What did you say? The chairman invited you personally? You are good friends with the new chairman of Gold group?"

"That's right!" The fat man nodded again.

"Fatso, will you stop kidding around? You look like this and you still think you're a friend of the chairman? Why don't you look in the mirror to see what you look like? I think you just want to go to the party to eat!" The lobby manager sneered.

The fat man blushed. He was being looked down. Of course, the fat man was very upset.

If it was him in the past that was mocked, he would silently endure it all. But after meeting Martin, he realized that shouldn't be doing so.

The fat man glared at the manager and the guard. "Do I deserve to be looked down by you just because I'm not wearing famous branded clothes? Certainly not. Let me tell you something. You shouldn't be looking down on others."

The lobby manager immediately frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"I said don't look down on others!" The fat man showed no sign of weakness.

"Fatso, do you want to die, huh?!" That was the only warning and the angry lobby manager slapped the fat man directly in the face.

The fat man had caught him off guard. He never thought that the lobby manager would hit him.

"You hit me." The fat man covered his face and his eyes wide in disbelief.

"You were asking for it. How dare you shout at me?" The lobby manager faced the guards. "What are you looking at? Throw this smelly loser out!"

The two security guards quickly followed as they were told.

"Just you wait! I'll make you pay for hitting me!" The angry fat man pointed his finger at the lobby manager.

"Yes, I'll wait!" The lobby manager sneered.

The lobby manager wasn't afraid at all. In his line of work, he had met enough people, including the influential ones. That was why he immediately assumed that this fat man was obviously a low life and was easy to bully.

After being thrown out by two security guards, the fat man hastily fished out his phone and dialed Martin's number.

In the VIP lounge...

"What? You were beaten in front of the hotel?" Martin stood up from his seat in surprise. "Well, don't worry, I'll come downstairs now!" Martin's face darkened after he hung up the phone. His brother came to his party but was beaten at the entrance. Absolutely unforgivable.

"What happened, Mr. James?" Michael asked hurriedly.

"My friend was at the entrance of the hotel and was beaten by the hotel manager." Martin's tone was cold.

"What?" Michael was surprised, too. This was a big deal.

"Michael, come with me!" Martin went out angrily.

Michael realized the seriousness of the matter, and he hurriedly followed him out.

......

In front of the hotel, the fat man who was thrown out returned to the entrance.

The lobby manager was still there. "Oh, you're back! You still want to fight!" The lobby manager pointed to the fat man arrogantly.

"Shut up!"

A loud voice was heard.

The lobby manager turned around at the source of the voice and saw that it was Martin and Michael who came.

"Mr. James. Mr. Bess!" The lobby manager exclaimed in surprised. Then, he hurriedly smiled obsequiously. "Mr. James, Mr. Bess. What are you two doing here suddenly?"

"Get out of my way!" Martin pushed the lobby manager away and went straight to the fat man.

"Martin, there you are, at last!" The fat man looked aggrieved.

"Fatso, who hit you?!" Martin squinted his eyes.

"Him!" The fat man pointed to the lobby manager.

Martin turned to the lobby manager. There was an astonishing chill in his eyes.

When the lobby manager felt Martin's glare, he turned pale with fear. That was when he finally understood that the man was really a friend of the new chairman of Gold Group. He gasped. He hit the friend of the chairman!

"You have a lot of nerve to hit my friend! You're just a mere manager! What? Are you going to hit me too, huh?" The angry Martin grabbed the lobby manager by the collar.

"Mr. James, I'm sorry! Please spare me!" The lobby manager trembled on his legs and knelt on the ground together with the two security guards. They would never think that the fat man in ordinary clothes was really a friend of the new chairman.

With their position, they wouldn't be able to bear it if Martin retaliated.

Martin turned to look at the fat man with narrowed his eyes. "Fatso, hit him like how he hit you! Give it back hundredfold!"

"Good!" The fat man nodded hard. He was angry when he was slapped by the lobby manager, and now was the time for him to take revenge.

The fat man rolled his sleeves and rushed to the lobby manager. "Manager, do you now believe that I am a friend of the chairman?" The fat man looked down at the lobby manager on his knees.

"I believe you! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me!" The voice of the lobby manager was trembling.

"Forgive you?! In your dreams!" With that, he slapped the lobby manager in the face. Not once, not twice, not thrice. He slapped the lobby manager again and again until he was fully satisfied.

In the end, the lobby manager's face was covered with red fingerprints, but he dared not to say anything.

The breath held in the fat man's heart finally came out after teaching the lobby manager a lesson.

"Remember this! No matter how good you think you are, you still shouldn't look down on others because there are a lot of people who are better than you!"