Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690 A Negotiation

Chad smiled and said, "I'm sorry for inviting you here in such a rude way, but I'm afraid there was no other way that could make you come by yourself, and even if there were, you would never admit what you've done. So, that leaves me with no other options. Please forgive me if you feel offended."

Gentry's face changed again. He had already guessed what Chad was about to say.

But he didn't want to admit that.

He sneered, "Mr. Nixon is as funny as always. I don't think I have anything to admit. Are you humiliating me because I just returned from overseas? Chad, I know your family was influential in the country, but I am not a pushover. So you'd better let go of me now..."

"Take it easy, Mr. Iverson."

Kevin suddenly spoke.

He took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Gentry.

"Why don't you take a look at the person in the photo and see if you know him? Then we can talk about what to do next. What do you think?"

There was a weary middle-aged man in the photo. He was tanned and shaggy, looking like every frustrated middle-aged man.

Gentry took a look a moved his eyes away.

He said expressionlessly, "I don't know him."

Kevin raised an eyebrow.

"You don't know him? Really?"

Gentry didn't reply.

Kevin smiled and said, "That's odd. Someone says you went to his place and gave him a large bag of cash half a month ago... Why did you give him money if you don't know the guy?"

They saw Gentry freeze.

The motion was micro, but it had been captured by Chad and Kevin.

They looked at Gentry with a sharp gaze. Chad said, "We can bring the witness here so that you can confront him if you still refuse to tell us the truth, but things would be much more difficult to handle than now in that way."

"After all, he has helped us. You'll see his face, and we don't want to get him in trouble. Therefore, for the sake of his safety..."

"What do you want?"

Gentry suddenly interrupted him.

A rare ferocious look appeared on his gentle face.

"You wanna kill me? Do you dare?"

Chad paused for a moment, and then he smiled slowly.

"Killing you? That's a joke. We are businessmen, and never would we do the dirty laundries."

Gentry was choked by his words and almost laughed out.

"Businessman? What kind of businessman will drug people and tie them up? Stop treating me like a fool!"

Chad nodded slightly. "Well, good for you to know that we're treating you like a fool."

Gentry was speechless.

He didn't know how he should carry on this conversation.

The vibe in the living room was a little awkward, but Chad was not in a hurry. He was sitting there and waiting quietly.