Chapter 75
Chapter 75
I’m heading to see Larkin at Summit Corp! That guys got clout. He can pull some strings over there,
Bainbridge thought the n sounded solid. “I’ll make it worth his while!”
Warren closed his eyes wearily. “Go on then.”
I was a never ending cycle of greed
Bainbridge sprang to his feet and dashed out of the hospital room.
N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
Seething with rage, Farrah hissed, “Warren, what if Howard is in cahoots with Summit Corp,ying a
trap for Bainbridge to walk right into? The more I think about it, the less it sits right with me.”
“What do you know? Stop messing around,* Jarvis waved dismissively, his patience wearing thin. “Go
get Dad something to eat. He and I need to talk.”
“Fine.” Farrah left. Her face revealed resentment as she closed the door behind her.
“Dad.” Jarvis sat by the hospital bed. “Don’t be mad at Bainbridge. He just wanted to make you proud.”
“Proud? Ten billion down the drain and a 20% loss in shares? That’s his achievement?”
Warren felt like he was burning up on the inside, his frail body osciting between feverish heat and
chilling cold.
“I’ll have a word with himter,” replied Jarvis.
*Jarvis, you’re my favorite son,” Warren said helplessly, “I’m getting on in years, and I don’t want to see
our family tearing itself apart over an inheritance. I can’t bear another incident like that car ident.”
Jarvis shook with fear!
Warren knew everything.
“Yes, Dad.” He responded nervously.
“And see if you can find Enoch again for me. My pain is killing me, and I can’t keep popping pain pills
every day.”
“Waldo…”
“Don’t try to fob me off with Waldo. I know what he’s made of. I just didn’t want to burst your bubble.”
Warren harbored some resentment.
Jarvis obediently nodded.
“Go on now. Clean up this mess.”
After this setback, the Chadwick Group would be at the mercy of Summit Corp.
As night fell, the news that an ancient princess‘ tomb had been discovered in the Bayridge West
Suburb had already hit the headlines, causing heavy losses for the Chadwick Group’s halted project.
Bainbridge had arranged to meet Summit Corp’s project manager, Larkin, at Epicure’s Delight for a
meal and drinks, his face still bearing the faint imprint of a p.
Upon entering the private room 818, where there was arge dinner table with vintage wine.
Larkin leaned back in his plush chair, his benign face and beer belly giving him the air of a nice guy
“Mr. Bainbridge,” Larkin greeted.
“Please, Mr. Larkin, Just Bainbridge will do,” he said, bowing low, his pride swallowed. His gold–rimmed
sses still perched on his nose. He looked every inch the gentleman.
He approached Larkin and filled his ss to the brim.
“Mr. Larkin, I’m sure you know why I’m here. Help me through this tough situation. And whatever you
want is
yours.
Larkinughed heartily. “We’re talking about a 20% share of the Chadwick Group here.”
“That’s a corporate bet. What I’m offering is for you. Everything’s negotiable, right?”
“Show me some realmitment first, Mr. Bainbridge.”
“What kind ofmitment do you want?”
Larkin eyed him coldly. “This table full of drinks is my treat to you, costing me a pretty penny. Don’t
disappoint me.”
Bainbridge’s face darkened. “Are you messing around with me?”
“Your choice not to drink.”
After hesitating and suppressing his anger, Bainbridge unscrewed the bottle and drank straight from it.
The liquor burned his throat.
He drank bottle after bottle.
After downing three, he copsed on the floor, consciousness fading.
Larkin stood up, kicking the limp Bainbridge like a dead dog, “Pathetic.”
“Ugh… leave me be.” He slurred.
Larkin crouched down, patting his face. “Come on, Mr. Bainbridge. Otherwise, you’ll have to transfer
those shares to Summit Corp.”
“No… can’t drink anymore.”
“I’ve heard your cousin Howard is a prodigy and that you’re nothing but a mediocre shadowpared
to him,” Larkin provoked deliberately.
“Bullshit! He, he crippled from the ident, he’s nothing. Huh.”