Substitute Wife, Genius CEO novel Chapter 369

"Dad, you're here!" Leo looked at Silas Sinclair with stars in his eyes, displaying complete adoration and reliance.

Silas strode to his side, gently ruffled his hair, and asked softly, "What happened?"

Leo immediately pointed at the drunken playboy. "He's bullying Mom, and he called me a cripple."

Silas's expression instantly turned as dark as pitch. A freezing, dangerous aura radiated from him. "Is the Prescott family looking to terminate their partnership with the Sinclair Group?"

The drunk playboy sobered up in a fraction of a second, staring at Silas in absolute terror. His father had been moving heaven and earth recently to secure that exact partnership.

If his father found out he had harassed Silas Sinclair's wife and insulted his son, he would literally tan his hide.

Actually, getting his hide tanned would be a mercy. The entire Prescott family might be dragged down to pay for his stupidity tonight.

Looking like he was on the verge of tears, the playboy stammered, "Mr. Sinclair, I-I didn't know she was your wife, or that he was your young master. I was completely blind!"

As he spoke, he kept darting terrified glances at Silas, noticing that the man's fury hadn't lessened in the slightest.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. Without hesitation, he smacked his own mouth in a panic. "It's all my fault for running my stupid mouth! I polluted the madam's and the young master's ears!"

"Madam, Young Master, I am so sorry. Please, be the bigger people and forgive my ignorance."

The playboy stared pathetically at Summer and Leo.

Summer looked at Silas, and his freezing glare instantly softened into warmth. "Whatever you decide."

"Who's a cripple?"

"I am! I'm a waste of space! I'm a brainless idiot! I'm a moron! One look at the young master and anyone can tell he's a brilliant prodigy destined for greatness."

Summer stared down at him coldly. "Send him to the police. Judging by his behavior, this isn't his first offense."

Silas nodded and glanced at his assistant. "Handle it."

The playboy's face lost all color, the last traces of alcohol completely vanishing from his system. "Mr. Sinclair! Mr. Sinclair, I'm sorry! It's my fault, I know I messed up! Please let me off this once, I'll never do it again!"

"He's being too loud. Shut him up."

Silas's bodyguards immediately surged forward, restraining the man and stuffing his tie into his mouth.

The playboy's own security team just stood there, watching. Not a single one dared to intervene.

They followed their boss to high-end venues all the time, so they easily recognized Silas Sinclair.

If their boss was too terrified to cross this man, they certainly weren't going to risk their own lives.

Their biggest fear was Silas turning his wrath on them.

But as expected, Silas's gaze shifted to the guards. "Go back and tell Mr. Prescott: since he doesn't know how to discipline his son, the police will happily do it for him."

The bodyguards nodded frantically. They understood the implicit threat—they were to tell Mr. Prescott not to try and bail his son out. The boy was going to serve his time.

The playboy was hauled away to the station, and the guards scrambled to deliver the message. The chaotic parking lot finally fell silent.

As Silas personally pushed Leo's wheelchair past Xavier, Leo spoke up. "Hi, Xavier. I didn't realize you were here."

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