Chapter 190: Ruined Future
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The Jas family was a top-tier family in San Francisco. It was like night and day when comparing the Larson family—a second-tier family—to them.
Even the Larson family head—Quince Larson—had to bow to Damien Jas respectfully and treat him with full respect.
Quince Larson would never even qualify to attend a party hosted by Frank Lucas or Damien Jas. Yet, that piece of trash—Finn Taylor—had beaten him up at their first eting!
Of course, Damien Jas wasn’t one to be trifled with either. He quickly fought back against Finn Taylor.
Naturally, he was no match for the latter. In the span of a few minutes, Damien Jas was beaten up into a pulp.
He lay on the ground, having no strength to even groan out in pain.
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This was an incredulous sight.
“H-how dare you hit Damien Jas? You’ve landed yourself in hot soup! The Larson family is done for!” Soone lashed out at Finn Taylor, not caring about what Damien Jas had done or said.
“Oh, is that so? Are you going to take revenge for him then?”
But of course, nobody dared to say a thing.
What a joke! Take revenge for Damien Jas?
While they all proclaid to be brothers who valued loyalty, the truth was that they all cared most about their own self-interests! It was good enough that they didn’t step on others when they were done.
There was no way they’d help each other.
Besides, how were they supposed to help him? By beating Finn Taylor up?
Everyone had clearly seen just how skilled and powerful Finn Taylor was. If they were to step up and challenge him, they would be the next ones lying on the ground.
Just then, Frank Lucas turned up. He had left to prepare for the party, and he was greeted by the sight of Damien Jas laying on the ground as soon as he returned. He didn’t even know if the latter was dead or alive.
‘This… What’s going on?’?Frank Lucas was confused.
Of course, soone quickly explained everything to him. “Frank Lucas, don’t tell us that you invited this piece of trash! He drove a lousy Buick here and blocked the entrance. Damien Jas knocked into his car, and he tried to extort 20,000 from Damien! F*ck, it’s just a wretched Buick! Damien didn’t even ask him to pay for his Cayenne, but he beat Damien up! Frank Lucas, you have to handle this. If you don’t settle this well, we won’t attend your parties in the future.”
Frank Lucas was stunned.?‘I had never left, but earlier on, the manager had co over to ask to check on the dishes. I was away for less than ten minutes, but it was within this short span of ti that such troubles cropped up!’?
Thinking about Finn Taylor’s relationship with the Gold family, the Sullivan family, and Andre Cavill, he couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine. Frank Lucas viciously punched the man who had still been yapping away monts earlier. Then, he walked up to Damien Jas and stomped on him.
He even kicked the latter’s crotch!
Although Damien Jas was already on the verge of death, the crotch was a man’s weakest spot.
That kick elicited piercing screams from him.
Frank Lucas imdiately fell on his knees and kowtowed to Finn Taylor.
Every kowtow drew blood from his forehead. “Mr. Taylor, this has nothing to do with ! It really has nothing to do with .”
Frank Lucas was trembling in fear.?‘I’ve already offended Finn Taylor once. I don’t know what he’d do if I were to offend him yet again because of sothing as ridiculous as this!’
Finn Taylor glanced at Frank Lucas before sighing. “I initially planned on training you. Within three years, everyone in San Francisco would have to respect you. Even Damien Jas’s father would have to kowtow to you. Unfortunately, we’re not fated.”
Finn Taylor had given Frank Lucas a chance. It was a pity that the latter hadn’t cherished it. “Fix that Buick and send it back. You should know where to send it.”
With that, Finn Taylor left.
Frank Lucas was still kneeling on the ground as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.?‘Finn Taylor had given an opportunity—a once-in-a-lifeti one. Andre Cavill had even said that he looked forward to drinking with . But now, Damien Jas has ruined everything.’
“Go to hell!” Frank Lucas could no longer hold his emotions in and viciously kicked Damien Jas. He lashed out at the latter, not caring about if he would die if he went on or the consequences of Damien Jas dying.
He was intent on killing Damien Jas and letting this b*stard die a horrible death.
After beating the other into a pulp, Frank Lucas stumbled out of the hotel. Then, he arrived at the entrance.
The Buick was still there. It was toppled, and there were obvious scratches and dents on the car.
Seeing Frank Lucas, the security officer imdiately tried to suck up to him. “Brother Frank, you must be here to see that wretched Buick too. I already told that guy not to drive in, but he refused to listen to . He even threw his key and asked to drive his car to the parking lot. Look at what’s happened! He offended Young Master Jas, and he’s definitely facing his retribution now! F*ck, it’s just a Buick! I don’t know…”
Whoosh!
Before that security officer could finish, Frank Lucas kicked him to the ground. “What’s wrong with driving a Buick? Do you drive a very expensive car? You idiot, you’re just a security officer! You’re no different from a watchdog, so how dare you try to show off here? You should be welcoming all guests. F*ck, it’s all your fault! If not for you, my future would’ve been unbridled! Mark my words! I’m going to kill you today!”
Frank Lucas had already lost all rationality. He started bashing up the security officer to vent his pent-up emotions.
After leaving the hotel, Finn Taylor made a call to his wife. “Dear, I’ll send you an address. Can you co over to pick up?”
Yvette Larson was currently getting a spa treatnt done with her best friend.
Before the forr could reply, Clarine Landon snatched the phone over. “We’re not free. I’ll send you an address—hurry over to pay for us.”
With that, she hung up.
Finn Taylor was speechless, yet there was nothing he could do. He had no choice but to take a cab to the beauty salon.
He was about to head upstairs when the receptionist glanced at him and said, “Sir, you can’t head upstairs without a mbership card.”
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