Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 643

The name on the card shot into his brain like a poison dart. Hayden Schwartz? The eldest son of the Schwartz family? The man was famously reclusive and worked in a highly confidential field, never making public appearances. What were the chances he’d be in a place like this?

It had to be a fake, and a ridiculously obvious one at that.

As he reached this conclusion, Victor’s panic subsided, replaced by an even hotter rage.

“Do you even know who Hayden Schwartz is?” Victor sneered. “To impersonate him in front of me… you really must have a death wish!”

Then, a brilliant idea struck him. While the Garner family had some standing in Eclara City, they were nothing compared to the Schwartzes. He’d never had a way to get close to the family, but now, an opportunity had just fallen into his lap.

Victor pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and found the number for a director he knew on the board of Schwartz Group. He dialed without hesitation.

“Hello?” the director answered. “Victor, it’s late. Is something important going on?”

“It certainly is,” Victor said quickly. “I’m at a bar, and I’ve run into someone impersonating Hayden Schwartz, using his name to cause trouble. I thought I should give you a heads-up, in case he’s damaging Mr. Schwartz’s reputation or business interests.”

“Impersonating Mr. Schwartz?” The director’s tone immediately sharpened. “Who would be so audacious? That has to be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

More importantly, who would actually fall for it?

“Right? That’s what I thought,” Victor said, casting a cold glance at Hayden. “I have the man here with me now. Whatever Mr. Schwartz wants done, I’ll take care of it.”

A chill shot down the spines of Victor and the captain. They weren’t deaf or stupid. The voice was unmistakably that of the corporate director they had just spoken to. Which meant the man standing before them… was the real Hayden Schwartz.

“Go on,” Hayden said coolly into the phone.

“Yes, Mr. Schwartz…” The director on the other end, careful not to disturb him, quickly explained the situation. “About that imposter… shall I have Victor dispose of him for you?”

“Victor?” Hayden raised his eyes, his gaze landing on the man whose face had turned a pasty, greenish-white. “And how does Victor intend to handle me?”

He paused, a humorless smile touching his lips. “Oh, right. He wants to break my leg.”