Chapter 852: Chapter 852: Wine Bottle Chapter 852: Chapter 852: Wine Bottle “Young Master Huntington?”
Upon hearing Zahir Huntington’s na, Slade Stone felt a shiver down his spine.
The Huntington family, one of the most understated families in the capital.
Powerful, with a heritage spanning a century!
However, not many people knew of them.
Only those in the top circles, or those who could reach these top circles, were aware of the family’s existence.
If the Huntington family truly went mad, they could contend with the Koller Family.
Because of this, no one dared to underestimate them.
And Slade Stone, being from the lower middle class, had certainly heard of the prestige of the Huntington family.
Now faced with Zahir Huntington’s pushing, he was unsure of what to do.
“You, do you know Julius Reed?”
Zahir Huntington was the first to enter the room.
He pulled out a chair and sat next to Bamboo Whitaker.
Amias Lee and the others took their seats in turn.
The originally spacious table was instantly filled with people.
“Who are you?”
Bamboo Whitaker sensed danger and imdiately stood up.
“This is a hotel, what do you want to do?”
From their looks, she knew they were up to no good.
“I just want to ask, where is Julius Reed?”
Zahir Huntington had been in a bad mood recently and, having just made Amias’s acquaintance, naturally wanted to show off.
He was bullied at ho.
Not valued!
But.
No matter what, he was from the Huntington family.
The na Huntington held significant sway in the capital.
“I don’t know.”
Bamboo Whitaker shook her head, “I don’t know the person you’re talking about.”
Although unclear about their backgrounds, she could guess a bit from their deanor.
Most likely, Julius Reed had offended soone in the capital and was now facing retaliation.
But with Julius Reed not present, Slade Stone was simply pushed aside.
Two won against a group of n stood no chance.
“Young lady, do you think I’m a fool?”
Zahir Huntington’s face darkened, “I don’t hit won, but my brothers might.”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Bamboo Whitaker said sternly, “Leave now, or I’m calling the police.”
“Call the police?”
Zahir Huntington laughed and shook his head, “We haven’t hit you, haven’t cursed at you, what good will calling the police do?”
As he finished speaking, he pointed at Amias, “We don’t want to make things difficult for won, but my brother recognized you as Julius Reed’s associate.
Tell us, where is he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Bamboo Whitaker grabbed Quella Radcliffe’s hand and whispered, “Sister, let’s go.”
Whoosh!
The door was abruptly shut.
Amias leaned against the door, looking at Quella Radcliffe, a cold smile on his face, “Back then, when you two and Beckett Carmichael barged into the Lee Mansion, I saw everything very clearly.
To be honest, I don’t want to trouble you, but I can’t control my brother.”
“Where is he?”
Soone demanded sternly within the room.
Being lawless young masters, they naturally had no fear when facing two weaker won.
“Speak up!”
Crash!
The sound of a bottle hitting the floor echoed in the room.
Quella Radcliffe’s face changed slightly, she quickly embraced Bamboo Whitaker in her arms.
“Speak!
Don’t force us to get rough!”
Soone stepped forward toward the two won.
He was holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
“Gentlen, may I say a few words?”
Slade Stone hurriedly stood up, blocking in front of Quella Radcliffe.
He was the one who had invited them.
Now, he was also in the room.
If he couldn’t protect Quella Radcliffe now, Slade Stone truly worried he might be the next Delilah Leocadia.
“You are…”
Zahir Huntington stepped forward, coldly staring at him, “Who?”
“Slade Stone!
The CEO of Everyday Fresh Group.”
Slade Stone gave an awkward smile.
This identity might be useful to others.
But in front of Zahir Huntington, it was utterly useless.
Perhaps, it was equivalent to introducing himself.
“Never heard of it.”
Zahir Huntington shook his head, placing his hand on Slade Stone’s shoulder, “Move aside.”
“Young Master Huntington, I think there must be so misunderstanding.”
Slade Stone didn’t dare move, didn’t dare dodge.
Dodge, and Julius Reed wouldn’t let him off.
Not dodging, and would all the affluent young masters in the room let him off easily?
It was a gamble.
Slade Stone chose to stand in front of Quella Radcliffe, unmoving.
“Do you know who I am?”
Zahir Huntington suddenly laughed.
“Young Master Huntington, I certainly do.”
Slade Stone replied with a forced smile.
He certainly knew Zahir Huntington.
The Huntington family, the second son.
Apart from that madman, Anson Huntington, the most favored person in the Huntington family was Zahir Huntington.
In the capital, he could address Bryson Stephen as his brother.
Without distinction of ranks.
What a prominent status that was?
“Since you know, how dare you block the way?”
Zahir Huntington extended his hand, and soone beside him handed over a bottle of alcohol.
“Do it yourself, or shall I do it?”
“I…
I’ll do it myself…”
Slade Stone took the beer, his throat moving slightly.
Just as he was about to chug it down.
“Who told you this drink was for drinking?”
Zahir Huntington’s mouth curled up slightly, and he snatched the beer bottle: “Today, this young master will demonstrate for you.”
Whoosh!
Having said that, he swung it around.
Directly smashing it on Slade Stone’s head.
Drip, drop!
Inside the private room, the sound of dripping alcohol could be heard.
Slade Stone’s head spun, and staggering, he held onto the chair, trying to keep himself from falling.
Blood slowly seeped out.
“Still okay…”
He chuckled bitterly, showing no intention of retreating.
And Bamboo Whitaker opened her mouth wide, almost crying out in urgency.
But she knew, now she had no choice.
Quella Radcliffe held Bamboo Whitaker tighter, hoping Julius Reed would return soon.
“What, want another bottle?”
Zahir Huntington looked at Slade Stone with a cold sneer.
“If Young Master Huntington wishes, I dare not refuse.”
Slade Stone wiped his face, laughing as he spoke.
The wound stung from contact with the beer.
The pain was heart-wrenching.
“Say that again!”
Hearing such a response, Zahir Huntington’s face darkened.
This was a disrespect to him!
By his side, nurous affluent young n were watching.
And a seafood seller dared to trouble him like this?
“If Young Master Huntington is gracious, I must certainly accept.”
Slade Stone said with a bitter smile.
At his age, he was being humiliated by a group of youngsters in their twenties.
His heart was in agony.
After a decade of struggles, he had made it to a position of general manager.
Today, his dignity was trampled!
Shattered to pieces!
“Fine then, I’ll treat you to another bottle!”
Zahir Huntington, with a stern face, extended a hand.
Soone passed the beer over.
Whoosh!
Another bottle down.
Slade Stone swayed a few tis but still blocked in front of Quella Radcliffe.
“Bring another!”
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
“Young master!”
Just as the fifth bottle was about to be swung, soone stopped him: “Any more and it could be fatal.”
Thump!
Slade Stone collapsed on the floor, his gaze vacant.
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His face covered in blood.
“Bad luck!”
Whoosh!
Zahir Huntington threw the beer bottle on the floor and turned around, saying: “Let Julius Reed be lucky this ti, next ti, I certainly won’t spare him!”
Having said that, he looked at Slade Stone, nearly unconscious on the ground, and walked away.
After all, as a corporate executive in the capital, if he truly caused a death, the old man would not let him off easily.
“Phew.”
Watching those people leave, Slade Stone let out a long sigh of relief.
“You…
are you okay…”
Quella Radcliffe was sowhat at a loss.
“I’m fine, I’m fine…”
Slade Stone waved his hand, already a bit delirious.
“Wife, I’m back…”
Julius Reed pushed the door open, but before he could finish his sentence,
The smile on his face froze…
PS: I’m in poor condition, only managed to write one chapter by 2 am.
I’m traveling on the 1st, have to get up early.
I’ll make up in the afternoon.
Tomorrow I’m running around on business in the office, might not have ti to write during the day.
Let’s see what ti I get off work and go ho.
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