"Say that to yourself," James said blandly. "Mr. Foster, I can destroy you with only one finger. You'd better be polite when you talk to me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I’ll take it out on you when I'm in a bad mood."
He sounded arrogant, but Noah knew that this was also true. He gritted his teeth and kept quiet.
"Just tell me what you want, I have no time to waste with you." James took out his cell phone, glimpsed at the time and said, "You still have five minutes."
His repeated provocations made Ela a little angry. She was too enraged that she let out a smile. "It’s okay, if you really don’t have time, I’ll ask that Angela girl to have a talk."
James sneered. "Do you think I’ll fear this threat?"
Ela retorted, "What threat? I just want to talk to my future granddaughter-in-law. How can this be a threat?"
"Just like when I was 15, you don't think it's called kidnapping, do you?"
When he was fifteen years old, his so-called real grandmother suddenly appeared and was extremely kind to him. Grandpa never liked him, and his father ignored him, her elderly love soon won his trust.
She took him to an island in a private plane. She said she would give him a reward, but she contacted his grandfather and asked him for 15 million dollars in order to let him go back.
He didn't know about it until he got back. Grandpa didn't do anything to her for some reason, but he beat him up almost to death.
After this, he seldom trusted others.
Ela paused and said, "I needed the money badly at that time, and I didn't do anything to hurt you. I thought you’ll understand me."
"You don't have to tell me such a hypocritical excuse, I won't believe it," James said.
Ela looked guilty. "If what happened that time had hurt you, I can apologize to you."
"No. You still have two minutes. I suggest you speak quickly." James was unmoved. "Threaten me with Angela doesn't work on me."
He stared at her coldly. "I can’t do anything to grandpa, but it's not difficult for me to deal with a retired drama queen like you."
"Your grandpa can’t even do anything to me back then, do you think you’re capable of doing so?" Ela looked at him as if she was looking at a reckless child.
The cell phone timer suddenly rang.
"Time’s up, goodbye." James got up and got out of the car straightaway.
Ela got out of the car too and she shouted at him, "James, I suggest we have a good talk. It's good for you and me. Or else, I'm afraid you'll regret it."
"I don't have that word in my dictionary." James left without even stopping.
Noah watched him leave and turned to ask Ela, "Baby, this..."
Ela raised her hand and motioned him not to speak. "James is good at everywhere, but he’s not as astute as his grandfather. Anyway, I’ve already expected such a result, continue the previous plan."
"Okay."
Ela lay in his arms and wrapped her hands around his waist. "It's a long way around our original plan. It's troublesome. I hate doing troublesome things the most."
"James is too smart, and there are Denise and Lawson watching, it's safer to follow the original plan." Noah took her hand and kissed it. "If you think it's troublesome, let me do it. You don't have to do it."
…
Angela had nothing to do and she browsed the news on the Internet.
The Chante family's negative news had fallen from the top ten of the hot search to the end, but when she tapped it open, there were still many people scolding the Chante family. It should be the Smith family who suppressed the popularity of the topic.
After all, if they wanted to sell their shares at a good price, they couldn't defame the Chante Group too much.
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