Early next morning.
Turners’ residence. Brad’s house.
The scent of cigars permeated the air. Brad listened quietly as his son Erik retold the story of what happened.
“This is how it happened…”
Erik clenched his fists, and even at this moment, he still felt a stifling sensation in his chest.
“Jasper and Henry are too arrogant. They flipped the table straight away even when I held a trump card. They don’t respect me at all!
“Where are we? Swallow Capital! Not Harbor City where they can throw their weights around as they like!”
Erik gritted his teeth and raged. “Dad, I must teach them a lesson this time.”
Brad’s face was clouded in smoke and his expression was hazy, but his voice could be heard. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Erik paused and said guiltily, “It was already late at night yesterday. Plus, you just came back from working outstation, so I didn’t—”
“What about before that? You should’ve informed me first thing when you got your hands on the documents!” Brad’s voice was deep. “If this were something else, then forget it, but look what you got?
“You got the Laws’ stock shares in Swallow Capital’s branch and their Olympic Village project proposal. These two things are of utmost importance. Did you think both of them will keep this between themselves and solve this with you in private? How naive could you be? I can’t believe you even turned up at their door.”
Erik said, unwilling to take it lying down, “I don’t think I did anything wrong. I never planned on returning the things to them anyway. I was just trying to swindle them before handing the things over to our family. What I didn’t expect, however, is that their heads are strong as steel. I can’t believe they want to fight me to death!”
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