A Father And His Wolves novel Chapter 49

“Betty, we’ve rented your store for over four years, and we’ve never missed a payment. Would you be so kind as not to give me a hard time?”

Gemma Wright reached out and wiped her eyes, then humbly took Betty’s hand. Pointing to a few bullies standing nearby, she said in a choked voice, “They are deliberately making trouble. Everything in the shop has been broken by them. If anything, they should pay for it.”

“In addition, both of us worked from morning to night, and the extra fresh vegetables and fruits we bought in at five o’clock this morning were wasted by them. Speaking of which, we are also victims...”

Gemma Wright was really wronged!

Since Sean went to prison five years ago, Nicola Wright died, and the house was taken from her, the Wright family had been in complete ruin. The couple had no choice but to move out of the bustling city and rent this shop and stall in the suburbs. They thought they could live a safe life, a normal life, but things didn’t work out.

Occasionally, local ruffians and thugs would come to pick quarrels and trouble them.

Before, they just took protection money, or they got nothing for free. They could do nothing but grit their teeth and accept it.

And today, those punks were even worse. They each had a baseball bat, and without saying a word, they went into the store and smashed it, and suddenly it was like this.

Betty, as the landlady, heard the news and came to ask Gemma Wright to pay.

How could Gemma Wright afford it???

“Come on! Stop it!”

Betty threw Gemma Wright’s hand away and snorted, “Everything happens for a reason. You said they smashed the store, so let me ask you, of all the stores on this street, why did they smash yours?”

“Look at my door, look at my window, the walls, the furniture, I paid for them, you know? You want to default?”

“No way!”

Betty was on her high horse and spitting.

“You…”

Gemma Wright’s eyes watered and her face turned pale with anger. She shivered and was about to say something when one of the bullies came up to her with a baseball bat.

She was too frightened to say the next words.

“What did you say, old lady?”

He was a head taller than Gemma Wright, and very athletic. He strode over to Gemma Wright, looked down at her, and pretended to reach for his ear and grinned, “I can’t hear you. Say it again if you dare!”

Gemma Wright unconsciously took a few steps back and turned away from his gaze.

“I’m talking to you!”

With a roar, the bully was waving baseball bats in front of Gemma Wright. “Don’t you want me to fucking pay for it? All right, tell me. How much do you want? Uh?”

Gemma Wright hesitated and steeled herself, “You’re the ones who broke it. Of course, you’re gonna pay for it. As for how much you pay, Betty calls the shots because she owns the house…”