His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1628: Fight on Demand

Chapter 1628

Hans White was agitated by the matter and spoke angrily, "Without him, I can still carry out your plan. You just need to do as you say, three days, at most three days, I want to see a new change!"

He didn’t give Valleys a chance to talk back and hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking.

After planning for many years, he was finally seeing the Whites grow stronger bit by bit; he couldn’t give the Fosters any chance to catch up.

The news was too infuriating; he simply stopped watching and strode towards Milton White’s private wing.

"The Young Master has been very well-behaved recently and hasn’t gone out," the Secretary reported as they walked.

Hans White sneered coldly, "He would wish to misbehave, but he doesn’t have the skills to do so!"

After saying this, he changed the subject, "Has that person not co out yet?"

The Secretary, looking dejected, replied, "I don’t know why, but ever since the Young Master recorded that video and ca back, we haven’t seen him again; it’s always been the Young Master."

Hans White’s frown was so deep, it could easily crush an ant if one were placed in its creases.

He walked into the private wing’s living room with a stern face and saw Milton reading a book.

Just by observing his deanor, there was no need to ask who it was.

Without hesitation, Hans White ordered, "Hit him."

Startled, the Secretary asked, "Master, what do you an?"

"Wake him up; keeping this one around will only cause trouble!"

The Secretary hesitated and looked at Milton.

Milton continued reading quietly, showing no reaction as if he had not heard the conversation.

"Master, why not have another talk? After all, the Young Master is your son."

Hans White huffed, "Talk about what? I tried that the other day; you saw the result. All he does is argue with ! What’s the use of having such a rebellious son? Hit him!"

At his command, three Mutated Beings entered from outside and headed straight for Milton.

Slap!

With a single noise, the book was suddenly pressed down on the table.

Milton slowly lifted his head without looking over here, his gaze calm and cold.

"I’ll take this beating from you without fighting back. From then on, our father-son relationship is as good as severed."

He casually stated this sentence without any hesitation.

Apparentely, it had been considered for a long ti, or perhaps it didn’t require any consideration at all.

Hans White’s anger caused his veins to throb violently, but after a while, he said, "Hit him!"

Turning his back abruptly, he walked out of the door.

The Secretary went forward to plea, but the three Mutated Beings behind her had already begun their assault.

In the Courtyard, several birds perched on a tree, basking in the golden sunshine, chirping loudly.

Suddenly, they were startled by a loud noise from inside the house and scattered in a flurry.

Inside, the noise was loud, with punches and kicks, or objects falling; these sounds intertwined, tugging at the hearts of the Secretary and Butler.

Even though they were not related by blood to Milton, they couldn’t help but feel a pang of distress.

Milton had been defiant towards Hans White since childhood, never truly obeying sincerely.

And because of this, he was particularly despised by Hans White.

However, they never expected Hans White to be cold-blooded enough to order a beating on the spot.

Before long, a faint sll of blood wafted through the air.

The Secretary knelt on one knee and begged, "Master, if you continue like this, the Young Master may lose his life!"

The Butler also couldn’t help but plead, "Master, the Young Master’s condition is stable now; that other person won’t co out easily. If you accidentally kill him, who will inherit the Whites’ empire in the future?"

"Master, those n are Mutated Beings; their strength is several tis that of a normal person!"