Chapter 611
Donald simply shed him a smile without saying anything in response. Grant took a deep breath
and said to Wird, “Mr. Lambert, this is the sales gallery of ourpany. It will be hard for me to
exin to my higher-ups if you two get into a fight here. Would you mind letting this go for my
sake?”
“Let this go? This punk broke my arm with a kick! How can I possibly let it go? You''d better stay out
of this, Grant, or I''ll have you share his fateter!” Wird yelled with a vicious look on his face.
He had gotten a lot more arrogant with Yosef backing him up.
Tanya walked up to Wird and said in a gentle voice, “Please don''t take Mr. Dixon''s words to heart,
Mr. Lambert. Here, let me have a look at your injury.”
Hearing that inted Wird''s ego instantly.
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He sat down on the couch like Donald and patted himself on the thigh while motioning for Tanya to
sit on it.
“I don''t think it''s appropriate for me to do that while I''m at work, Mr. Lambert.”
“I''ll take care of you. You don''t need to work anymore. Now, get on myp!”
That was exactly what Tanya had been waiting to hear.
With a coquettish smile on her face, she made her way over in her figure-hugging pencil skirt, sat
on Wird''sp, and wrapped both arms around his neck.
In doing so, Tanya was tantly disrespecting Grant by disregarding his orders.
Donald nced at his watch and asked Wird calmly, “Why are your men taking so long to get
here? My time is extremely valuable. I can''t afford to be wasting too much of it on someone like
you.”
Wird thought Donald was chickening out when he heard that.
He burst outughing and asked, “What''s the matter? Are you scared? Get on your knees and beg
for forgiveness, then! If your performance pleases me, I might just spare your life and leave you
crippled instead!”
Donald stared at Wird as though he had just heard the silliest thing ever. “I''m afraid you have the
wrong idea. If your men don''t get here sooner, I might have to start entertaining myself by breaking
one of your fingers every ten minutes.”
That sounded so terrifying that even Wird shuddered and got goosebumps all over.
Their conversation was interrupted when Yosef called outzily from the door, “You''ve got a lot of
guts threatening to break Mr. Lambert''s fingers, punk! Looks like I''ll have to teach you a lesson!”
Wird gave Tanya a hard smack on her bottom when he heard Yosef''s voice, causing her to squeal
in pain and surprise.
He stood up and clutched at his broken arm while greeting Yosef with a warm smile, “I''m d you''re
finally here, Mr. Zielinski! You heard what this punk said, right? He was tantly disrespecting you
and the United Hearts Society as a whole!”
There were plenty of underground organizations in Pollerton. The one Yosef was a part of was the
United Hearts Society, which had developed well over the years and possessed a great level of
influence over the eastern part of the city.
Most of the owners of small and medium enterprises would have to seek the United Hearts
Society''s approval before they could start anything in the city.
Wird clearly wanted Donald dead by getting such a powerful organization involved.
Yosef knew full well what Wird was trying to do, but he chose to ignore it.
As long as Wird is paying me a reasonable amount of money, I don''t mind making some random
punk disappear! After all, I''m the one who calls the shots around here!
With that in mind, Yosef pulled out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. “Hey, punk! Which gang are
you from?” he asked while eyeing Donald from head to toe.
This guy isn''t wearing anything fancy, but he does look rather handsome. That must be the reason
he''s able toe to a fancy ce like Belle Residences!
Donald waved his hand dismissively at Yosef and said, “You''re his backup? I''m sorry, but you can''t
handle me. Go get someone more powerful.”