Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 122

Mr Colton brought his phone out and dialed a number. When the call went through, he spoke over the speaker,

"You do have Steven's account number don't you?"

"Wire $500 billion into it right away."

"Don't hang the call yet, you mushroom!"

"Immediately you do the transfer, give me a call."

He hung the call then turned to Damien.

"You seem like a very interesting guy, you lad. Who the fuck are you?"

Damien chuckled.

"Did he crack a joke? I bet you are so eager to look like a rump-fed ronyon when you laugh. How dare you fucking make a joke when my boss is being dead serious. Are you tired of living?"

Albert was at it again, yelling and glaring. This time around, Mr Colton didn't say much. He just watched the both of them.

"Let him be, Albert. I think he'll be more useful than I imagined."

He took a pause.

"You go bring the car around. Let's leave this shithole."

"I can't leave you with this piece of shit."

Albert was reluctant to leave.

"Just go, I'll be fine."

"No sir, I can't do that without --'

"Do you want your balls off? Why do I have to repeat myself over and over again? You want me to cut off the tuitions of your triplet sisters in Harvard --??"

Albert dropped on his knees at once, clasping his palms together in a heartfelt plea. Mr Colton was looking away.

WOW, THIS CRAZY STUMP OF A MAN REALLY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE A CALF OUT OF A LION. WAAH... IMAGINE HOW PITIFUL THE TOUGH ALBERT IS LOOKING. AND HOW POWERLESS HE MADE SUPER POWERFUL STEVEN SEEM.

WHAT'S THE DEAL OF THIS MAN? WHO THE FUCK IS HE? HOW POWERFUL IS HE? I REALLY WANT TO KNOW.

"What are you thinking about?"

Damien heard the clear voice and was knocked out of his thoughts. Looking, he couldn't find Albert there anymore. It was just him, Mr Colton and the two gold statues.

"Oh, it's nothing significant. My girls are giving me trouble. No matter how much I do for them they don't seem impressed. And I don't want to make them dread me... I want them to respect me and enjoy their freedom at the same time."

Mr Colton chuckled. His smile was rich. He was a very good looking man. At such his middle age.

"This fool. You want to eat your cake and have it?"

"Huh?"

Damien didn't know what the man meant and didn't pretend to do.

"I'm not sure if I understood what you meant by that."

"You don't have to, lad. Like you can never understand ladies. Especially the young ones. I can't even understand my own daughter. At a point I think I know what she wants but then, everything washes away... in the blink of an eye."

The man's voice softened.

"My daughter..."

"I don't know if I'm in any right to know, but I couldn't help but overhear when Mr Steven was talking about your daughter. It seemed like something bad happened to her as it sounded---"

"You are getting too comfortable, aren't you?"

Mr Colton's pity face had grown tough again.

"Forgive me, I was carried away."

Damien gulped,

"If you wouldn't mind, I'll take my leave now."

Damien bowed at the man and made to leave. He had taken two steps away, his back to Mr Colton when he heard,

"How brazen!"

Confused Damien spun around to the man.

"No one has ever dared walk away while I'm still standing. I leave people on their feet, and seat when I'm done. Not the other way round. Not even the president of this country could try that with me!"

WAS I WRONG ABOUT HIM? HE'S SO HAUGHTY! I WANT TO BREAK EVERY LAST OF HIS BONES RIGHT NOW. I DESPISE PEOPLE LIKE THIS SO MUCH.

BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HE HAS SOME DEMONS FIGHTING IN HIS HEAD. AT A POINT HE'S GOOD, AT THE OTHER HE'S RESTLESS.

PLUS I CAN'T REALLY DO WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. I HAVE TO TOLERATE THIS FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE. NOT EVERYTHING SHOULD BE SOLVED WITH VIOLENCE.

Point in time, the usual saying of his grandpa hit him,

"Making violence your only option makes you a liability to the world."

Even though he really didn't understand what that meant in its fullest form, yet he could use it. His grandpa was the greatest teacher he'd ever known in his entire life.

"... but it's not it. I should teach you a couple lessons which you would live to teach your children and grand children, but I have to go."

Damien could swear on his life that he had missed couple things the raging man said while he was swept away in thoughts.

Making up for the information he had missed, his eyes caught a sparkling white limousine pulling up.

Albert stepped out of the limo.

"Sir."