Chapter 44: I’m Going To Cripple You!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Pablo was pleasantly surprised. “Mr. Reyes, can you tell what Mr. Jordan looks like? In case I fail to recognize him and end up offending him, I’d be in hot soup.”
Mr. Reyes sighed helplessly and said, “Orlando is so clean. It’s going to be filthy once you co here.”
Afterward, he instructed his subordinate to send Pablo a photo.
The person in the photo was none other than Jordan!
Mr. Reyes was actually the butler of the Steeles, Frank.
Although he was just a butler, he had learned about investing from Jordan’s grandfather over the years and thus amassed a fortune worth billions.
Moreover, over the years, Butler Frank had helped groom many people, and Pablo happened to be one of them.
When Pablo saw the photo of Jordan, he imdiately praised him. “Mr. Jordan is so handso! I can tell at a glance that he’s the scion of a wealthy family! I really hope that I can have the honor of eting him one day!”
Mr. Reyes said coldly, “Mr. Jordan is on a training mission that his family has assigned to him, don’t disturb him. I’ll call you when I need you.”
“Yes!” Pablo answered respectfully.
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In the office building of Ace Corporation.
Drew arrived in Jordan’s office early and bright in the morning, and he waited in the eting room for two hours.
Just like when his father, Herman, visited for the first ti, Drew didn’t get to et Jordan, nor was he even served a glass of water.
“What exactly is this Mr. Steele trying to do!?! He clearly fancies my younger sister, Elle, but he’s so aloof towards . These scions of top families are really so damned eccentric!”
After taking another look at his chat history with Salvatore, it suddenly reminded Drew
of the fact that Jordan was working as a bodyguard in Ace Corporation, or so he thought. He then gave Jordan a call.
In the president’s office, Jordan got shocked from seeing Drew call him on his mobile.
Of course, he knew Drew was waiting in the eting room of his company and being stood up by him.
Jordan thought, ‘Does he finally believe that I’m the president of this company?’
“Hello,” Jordan answered the phone.
To his surprise, Drew said condescendingly, “Jordan, you’re in the office building now, right? Co to the eting room.”
Hearing Drew’s condescending tone, Jordan knew that he still wasn’t aware that he was the company’s president. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to speak to him that way.
Jordan wasn’t going to et him as the company president. Still, he was willing to go to the eting room to et Drew as the forr live-in son-in-law of the Camdens, just to see what the latter would say.
Upon arriving at the eting room, Jordan looked at Drew and asked, “What do you want to see for?”
Drew asked, “Where’s your boss, Mr. Steele?”
Jordan looked at Drew and said, “Mr. Steele is speaking to a retard now.”
Drew burst into laughter and said, “I, too, reckon that guy is a retard! He’s actually taking up so much of Mr. Steele’s ti.”
Jordan thought to himself, “Drew Camden, you retard, I was referring to you!’
“Is there anything else?” Jordan asked with a smile.
Seeing how smug Jordan was, Drew snapped in displeasure, “Jordan, you’re just a bodyguard, but why are you all dressed up like a president of a company? What are you pretending for?”
“Also, you beat up in front of so many bigwigs in Orlando. I’ll definitely settle the score with you!”
Jordan said, “I know. Didn’t you get Salvatore to fra ? Unfortunately, your dear Salvatore couldn’t avenge you.”
Drew humphed and said, “Don’t be overly conceited. Salvatore has brought over 100 expert fighters from Southeast Asia under his boss, Pablo Dalton! Jordan, don’t bla for not reminding you, but be careful on your way ho after work and don’t get too drunk at the club! Lest you get beaten into a pulp! Hahaha!”
Jordan gave it so thought. He had been getting off work together with Victoria lately, and he didn’t want her to get hurt, though he wasn’t afraid of facing those fighters himself.
Hence, Jordan said, “Is that so? It just so happens that I’m itching to throw so punches. Get those fighters under Salvatore or Pablo to co straight to the parking lot of the office. They don’t have to go to the trouble of mobbing after I get off work.”
Drew perked up imdiately and exclaid, “Sure! I’ll hold you to your word and ask Salvatore to send his underlings here now! If you have the guts, go downstairs to the parking lot and wait there with now!”
“Sure,” Jordan nodded gladly.
‘Elite fighters from Southeast Asia?’
Indeed, most of them were a little more ruthless than the fighters here because things were more chaotic in their nation after. However, the environnt they were trained in was definitely not as brutal as the battlefield where Jordan had been.
When they arrived at the underground parking lot, Drew took Jordan to a corner and then picked up a brick to smash all the surveillance caras in the vicinity.
Afterward, Drew said smugly, “Haha, now that the surveillance caras are destroyed! There will be no evidence even if you get killed here!”
“Is that so? That ans there won’t be any evidence of beating you to death here either, right?” Jordan said with a gleeful smile.
“You… What are you trying to do?” Drew was so shocked that he took a step back.
Smack!
Jordan slapped him hard and burst into laughter. “Drew Camden, are you stupid? You called so fighters to co and hit , but do you think I won’t beat you up before they arrive?”
“Ah!” Drew shrieked.
After Jordan had been hitting Drew for a while, they finally heard Salvatore’s voice.
“Let go of Mr. Camden!” Salvatore walked over with ten tan-skinned n.
Drew hurriedly scurried over to Salvatore and hid behind him. Pointing at Jordan, he barked, “Jordan, I’m going to cripple you today and make sure that you can no longer beco a bodyguard!”
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