Chapter 65


    Anxiety gripped Lydia when she saw her daughter whipping up Samuel''s number. "Yvonne, are you


    really going to waste your time calling him? What if that fattyes back?"


    "Not another word from you, Mom. All of you, shut up," Yvonne snapped, her tone rising.


    Flora red at Yvonne. What a temper that little brat had! However, the fatty would probably forget


    about Steven, since he wanted Yvonne to sleep with him. Now all this was none of her business.


    Yvonne finally got through to her husband. She asked, "Samuel, where are you?"


    He was slurping a mouthful of instant noodles. "At home," he replied.


    "Er...I ran into some trouble here. Can youe over and help?" Yvonne said apologetically. They had


    not brought him out to dinner, yet he was the first person she called when there was trouble. It was all


    because o f her mother-if not for her, Yvonne would never have left Samuel at home alone.


    "All right. I’lle over now," her husband answered without hesitation.


    Yvonne released a sigh of relief at Samuel''s words. She would never force him to do anything on the


    basis of their non-existent marital rtionship. If he did not


    want to do it, she would not pressure him to do it.


    Lydia flew into a panic when she saw Yvonne tucking her phone away after ending the call. "Yvonne,


    call your grandmother too!" she cried. "You can’t put all your trust in Samuel." 2


    "I believe in him,” her daughter replied coolly.


    "Y-you..." Lydia was rendered speechless.


    Steven looked at his cousin with a mirthless smile on his face. The worst that could possibly happen


    was that he would suffer another round of beatings if this matter was not settled. However, he had no


    reason to panic, considering that Yvonne herself was not panicking even though the prospect of having


    to sleep with that fatty loomed over her.


    In another private room in the hotel.


    The fatty raised his ss boisterously. "Brother Johann, you''d better take good care of me once you


    climb to the top. Even Gareth is within your clutches now. Cloud City will be yours soon!"


    Johann sipped on his wine, expressionless, but his insides were twisted with bitter triumph.


    Before, he would naturally savor such words of appraisal. Cloud City was truly close to being entirely


    controlled by him, after all.


    Yet after what had happened with ke, he felt as though the status of being the most powerful man in


    Cloud City was slowly slipping from his reach. It was evident that Samuel was not happy with what he


    did i n the Longman underground den.


    Now that Manfred was making aeback, how could he ever hope topete?


    "All right then. I''ll definitely treat you nicely when the opportunity presents itself,” Johann replied.


    The fatty’s face broke out into smiles. He bobbed his head vigorously. "Thank you, Brother Johann.


    Let''s drink to that!"


    Just as they were making their toasts, Samuel walked into the private room with a dark expression.


    Johann leaped to his feet when he saw Samuel. ''Why did he suddenly appear here?''


    "Brother Samuel," Johann cried out respectfully.


    The fatty was slightly tipsy with drink. He smiled and said to Johann, "Brother Johann, who’s this? You


    called him ''Brother''? Are you serious?"


    Johann red at the fatty, afraid that he would talk nonsense. "You’d better shut your trap," he


    warned." You have no ce to talk here."


    "Is this your friend?" Samuel asked Johann.


    Johann could notprehend why Samuel was there, so he did not dare to carelessly reveal his


    rtions to the fatty. "We’re just acquaintances," he said." Drinking buddies.” "He’s got some guts,


    telling my woman to sleep with him," Samuel said coldly.


    Gooseflesh prickled all over Johann''s body when he heard those words. He was extremely aware of


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    why Samuel had chosen to remain in the Sue family.


    That fatty actually dared to harass his woman.


    Johann picked up the wine bottle and smashed it over the fatty’s head.


    He jerked, half-awake from the alcohol muddling his senses. He rubbed his head in confusion. "Brother


    Johann, what’s the meaning of this?" he asked Johann.


    "What''s the meaning of this? You really have a death wish, do you? You have no right to even look at


    Brother Samuel’s woman." Johann waved his hand after he finished talking. A few of his underlings


    pinned the fatty on the ground and started to beat him up.