With Gabriel’s shoulders dislocated, his arms had lost their strength and he was barely able to maintain his balance. He was caught off guard when he was kicked in the waist by Henry. He shrieked on the spot before rolling a few times on the floor.
Henry’s expression sank as he stared fixedly at Gabriel, itching to snap this idiot’s bones in half.
This idiot could hit anyone in the world but chose to hit Jasper’s father. If his sister learned about this, then his puny life would be over.
“You know him?” Jasper asked, patting Henry and pointing at Gabriel who was lying on the ground.
Henry spat out the words sullenly, “Don’t taint my name. Do you think idiots like him are qualified enough to get acquainted with me? But I do know his father, Thompson Webb, the man he mentioned earlier. He’s the amusement park supplier for the equipment. I’ve met him several times before.”
“Hold on, I’ll summon Thompson over this instant,” Henry said.
Jasper nodded, saying, “Be quick. Let’s get this over with.”
Henry drew out his phone and dialed a number, most probably making a call to the person in charge of overseeing the Laws’ amusement park project.
Henry scolded into the phone like a machine gun. When he was done scolding, he ordered the other party to drag Thompson, that idiot, to the province’s general hospital.
When he put his phone away, Gabriel had also stopped screaming. He looked at Henry in trepidation and asked frightfully yet furiously, “W-Who exactly are you?!”
“Who am I? I’m your ancestor,” Henry cursed, glaring at Gabriel.
“Motherf*cker, you used my name to brag to everyone out there yet you don’t even know who I am? Do you live with the dogs?”
How could Gabriel not know who Henry was after hearing what he said?
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