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Zeke questioned, “But I heard Redwood Capital is a partial non-profit organization. It doesn't exist to generate
profit. Instead, it's meant to help local enterprises. Linton Group is a local business through and through, so how
can Redwood Capital refuse to help out?”
Lenard replied, “Do you hear what you're saying right now? I can't believe you believe that crap. Is there a loose
screw in your head? What era do you think you're living in right now? No wonder your company is collapsing
because you don't know a thing about profits. Get out of here. I don't have time to waste on you or consider the
investment.”
Zeke sighed. Redwood Capital's current condition disappointed him greatly.
“Right, I heard you have connections with people inside Redwood Capital,” Lenard asked abruptly.
“I do.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRedwood Capital was his anyway, and all his employees worked under him, so it wasn't wrong for him to say that.
“In that case, you don't need to waste your time asking people for investment because as long as I am here, I won't
allow the company to give you even a single cent even if you know the general manager of Redwood Capital!”
Lenard smiled smugly.
Is that so?
Zeke looked at Lenard in puzzlement. “You seem to be very antagonistic toward me, Mr. Wayne. I don't think I've
offended you before. Are you really that mad that I disturbed you earlier?”
A wicked smile appeared on Lenard's face. “Of course it's not just because of that. I'm not that petty. However, you
have pissed off people you shouldn't have. That person has asked me to deal with you specifically. Since you've
seen through me, I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. A word of advice, buddy. There are some people
you can never offend. All you can do is obey. Got it?”
“Is it Daisy?” Zeke asked tentatively.
Lenard smiled meaningfully.
I guess that's a yes.
Upon taking a deep breath, Zeke said, “Looks like Linton Group has become a tool for someone's revenge. In that
case, I'm fine with not getting help from this version of Redwood Capital. Please call your general manager over
right now.”
Lenard glared at him. “Who do you think you are? You don't deserve to meet our general manager. Get out of here!
Redwood Capital doesn't welcome you!”
Zeke enunciated each word as he said, “I said, tell your general manager to get his ass over here and meet me
right now.”
A cold aura spread out from his body, which spooked Lenard to his core. It was as though the air was getting as
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcold as ice.
Holy crap! Why is this b*stard's aura so powerful?
Lenard pretended to be calm and said, “I'll repeat myself, too. You don't have the right to meet our general—”
Before he could finish, Zeke casually kicked a stool nearby.
The stool was instantly shot toward Lenard like a meteor.
A stool kicked by a Celestial Class warrior could fly faster than lightning. Lenard didn't even see how the stool flew
toward him, much less react to it, before he was hit.
The stool shattered upon impact, and multiple wounds appeared on his face. His body flew backward before he
crashed to the ground.
He opened his mouth and spat out blood, along with two white teeth, and breathing became an arduous task for
him.
Zeke picked him up as though he was lifting a dead dog. “Now, do I have the right to meet your general manager?”
Lenard inhaled with great effort before stuttering, “Y-You're done. You're d-done for...”
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