Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 870

That person cocked his eye at him without saying a word.

Gregory smirked coldly.

Picking up a whip, Harold cracked it while he said in a furious voice, “The Young Master asked you a question. Didn’t you hear him? Answer him!”

The person let out a blood-curdling scream following the lash but despite that, he still looked daggers at Gregory before he spit a mouthful of blood at the latter.

Vickie’s eyes turned cold.

What a hard nut.

However, Gregory remained unfazed. “It’s fine even if you refuse to speak. I always have a way to find out what I want to know.”

With downcast eyes, he threw a remark. “I remember, you’ve been with me since you were thirteen, right?”

The other party held his tongue.

Gregory continued, “Your family was oppressed by some local political figure that year, so much so your sister died a tragic death and your mother fell horribly sick. You didn’t have the money to get the medication nor admit her to a hospital, so you participated in the illegal fight club at that young age, hoping you’d be able to save your mother on your own.

“I then discovered you by chance and saved you when you were beaten half-dead. I gave you money to treat your mother and an opportunity to learn formal martial arts so that you’d never be beaten to death.

“I even gave you a job during your most vulnerable moment so that you can work here and never have to worry about your next meal while still having a sum of money to spend. I really can’t wrap my head around why you’d betray me.”

Gregory fixated his gaze on him.

Their eyes met for a while until suddenly, the person burst into a cackle of laughter.

The laughter was like a cold viper slithering up one’s spine while flicking its tongue, invoking a different type of repugnance.

Vickie frowned. She was feeling sicker to the stomach towards this person before her.

She was aware that the people around Gregory were mostly and personally hand-picked by him.

Once they were hand-picked, they would be sent to train with the experts to become warriors whose only devotion was to Gregory.

Vickie once thought that a person as such would never betray him.

So, what was the reason behind it?

She was curious.

Just then, the person let out another guffaw and answered between laughs, “Gave me a job? Gave me money? Hehe... Yes, you did indeed do that but isn’t the money through our own sweat and blood? We put our lives on the line to make the money yet here you are, acting all high and mighty as though you’re the one giving us the charity. Who do you think you are?”

His words saw not only Vickie, but Gregory and Harold frowning in unison too.

Gregory replied in a gruff voice, “That’s it? That’s why you chose to seek patronage with them and put a bomb in my room?”

The person scoffed coldly. “Yes, I took refuge with them because apart from a promise of money, they even promised me a commanding position.

“Everyone thinks that you saved us and that we were living this amazing life because we have food, clothes, a huge roof over our heads, and money for staying with you.

“But nobody knows that we’re lesser than dogs. We dive headfirst into danger and risk our lives but the lion’s share of the money ends up in your pocket, Why should it be so?

“Because you were born into a great family? Because your last name is Graham? Hahahahahahaha... I motherf*cking refuse to accept this fate!”

He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, and as he spoke, his face grew increasingly threatened.