My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now! novel Chapter 43

Elie eagerly wanted to know what the mysterious Mr. Steele looked like.

However, Jordan had instructed Ashley not to tell others about him. She wouldn't disobey his orders simply for some money.

Ashley hurriedly shoved the money back to Elie and refuted, "Miss Camden, I do not have a photo of Mr. Steele. However, I can tell you that he is very handsome and around your age."

Hearing the words "very handsome," Elie's heart began to flutter with joy.

Although her request to discuss the contract with Jordan had once again been turned down, the beautiful but foolish and boy-crazy Elie left gleefully.

Bangkok, Thailand.

Salvatore arrived by plane and met up with his boss, Pablo Dalton.

Due to Pablo's involvement in some underground businesses in Bangkok and his recruitment of many fighters, he had been traveling frequently to and from Southeast Asia for the past few years.

Pablo drank some alcohol under the dim lights of a small gymnasium where an underground boxing match was taking place, while cheering on his fighter in the ring.

"Mr. Dalton," Salvatore said respectfully when he arrived beside Pablo's seat.

Pablo ignored Salvatore until the boxing match ended.

He then looked at Salvatore joyfully and asked, "Salvatore, why did you come here all the way from Orlando? Did something happen?"

Salvatore nodded. Seeing that Pablo had taken a sip of liquor, he hurriedly picked up the bottle to fill Pablo's cup to the brim.

"You're so wise, Mr. Dalton. I've indeed encountered some trouble in Orlando, and I need your help."

Pablo took out a cigar and sniffed it before saying, "There has been a strict ban on the industry of vices lately, and I reckon most of your shops have been seized. I bet you have less than a hundred underlings left, don't you?"

Pablo was the one who groomed Salvatore, so he naturally knew that the latter used to have hundreds of subordinates.

Salvatore continued to nod. "You're right, Mr. Dalton, I only have ten underlings left, but today, a young rascal named Jordan Steele crippled them."

Pablo smiled and was just about to cut his cigar. Still, after hearing Salvatore's words, he flew into a rage and smashed the cigar cutter against Salvatore's head!

"You f***ing idiot! I thought you'd at least have seventy or eighty underlings left, but it turns out you only have ten left! You even let someone cripple them!?! I handed hundreds of underlings to you before I left Orlando back then, but you failed to keep a single one alive and well!"

Still unsatisfied after smashing the cigar cutter against Salvatore, Pablo gave him another hard slap on his head.

Salvatore didn't dare to dodge and merely let Pablo continue hitting and lashing out at him.

After Pablo simmered down, Salvatore picked up the cigar cutter and cut the cigar for Pablo.

He said, "Not only have my shops been seized, but many other businesses of mine also haven't been running smoothly. Besides, now that takeout deliverers, taxi drivers, and social media content creators are such lucrative jobs, many underlings have decided to switch to another industry. It's good enough to still have ten."

While smoking the cigar, Pablo nodded and said, "I've long known that the times have changed and the world is no longer like how it used to be when I was younger.

In that era, we used to be able to thrive just by winning some brawls and fights."

"The hooligans these days are all good-for-nothings who can't put up a fight. It's not surprising that all ten of your underlings had been crippled."

"Any random fighter of mine can easily beat up ten of your underlings. Do you know what the reason is?"

Salvatore said humbly, "Mr. Dalton, please educate me."

Pablo said, "It's because they're living too comfortably. When you're living a comfortable life of luxury, why would you bother fighting hard? Only when you're suffering from poverty will you be able to exert your full fighting spirit!"

"We are a group of individuals who live in darkness, and there's no room for us to survive in broad daylight. Hence, two years ago, I left Orlando to shift my focus to these places in Southeast Asia where poverty is prevalent."