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Supreme Mars novel Chapter 40

Nevertheless, Nicole was no spring chicken, and swiftly recovered from her shock. She carefully composed herself and said, "Now, sir. Let's use more words and fewer fists. What made you so upset?"

"You sold me fake alcohol," Chris said coldly.

Nicole's expression changed for a flicker of a second before returning to normal. She plastered on a smile. "Maybe the alcohol went bad after staying on the shelf for so long."

"Since it's our negligence, then we'll take responsibility to the end. There is a bottle of 1985 Lafite in our cellar. Why don't I take it out for you two try?"

Her words were so beautifully put.

Too beautifully, in fact.

Leo narrowed his eyes. Unlike other people, she did not deny that she sold fake booze. But neither did she admit it. She had simply distracted them with the idea that the alcohol had deteriorated.

Selling fake booze and selling booze that had gone off were two completely different things.

She even offered a bottle of the famous 1985 Lafite as compensation. Few would have been able to refuse her.

Chris fell silent. He turned back and gave Leo a questioning look.

His action made Nicole's heart skip a beat. This confirmed her speculation that he was subordinate to Leo.

She became a little uncertain. Who on earth was this man?

Leo nodded and Chris said, "Bring it here."

Nicole heaved a sigh of relief and took out the bottle of Lafite that she had promised. She opened it herself and poured it for the two men. Finally, she said patiently, "Can you tell your men to stop? Please stop damaging our club."

"Cheers."

Leo ignored her and downed an entire glass of wine with Chris.

"Mr. Cohen, we didn't say that we wouldn't return the money, but now isn't the best time. Why do this?" Nicole said, suppressing her anger.

Leo took a swig of the wine before putting down the glass. "This wine is fake too."

Chris nodded in agreement. "You're right."

Then, he threw the glass in his hand on the floor and smashed it into pieces.

"Hey!"

Nicole was so furious that she finally lost it. Her expression became ruthless. "Cohen, you should cease while you're ahead. Do you think I won't call the cops?"

"Go ahead. Let's see who they'll arrest."

Leo smiled, showing no fear at all.

"They'll charge us for destroying public property at most and make us pay a bit of money. But you, on the other hand, are colluding the Perries' underground organization to target Atlas Beauty, a company known for its humane practices. You know economic disputes can't be solved with just money, right? Plus, all that corrupt money you've been earning all these years. You sure you've cleared up your tracks well enough?"

Facing Leo's thoughtful expression, Nicole became flustered.

It was obvious that this young man had come prepared, or he would not have known so much about their background.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." Nicole refused to admit it.

"Slap her," Leo said calmly, interrupting her.

Nadine moved in front of Nicole and slapped her face several times before the latter could react.

She moved quickly, and by the time she was done, Nicole's face was so swollen that it was barely recognizable.

"Are you paying me back or not?"

Leo stood up and looked down at Nicole. His eyes were so calm that it was as though he was looking at a corpse.

She shivered. She could tell that his whole demeanor had changed.

He no longer looked peaceful. Rather, he exuded a kind of murderous air that made her shudder.

"I can't make that call."

Even though she was afraid, she still stared at Leo with resentment. She did not hesitate to threaten him, saying, "I'm Frank Perry's woman. You're finished if you lay a hand on me."

Once again, Nadine struck her in the face, this time knocking a few of her teeth out. Her blood spilled all over the floor.

"Stop!"

Neil had finally arrived. When he saw the tormented Nicole and the messed-up club, he became so mad that his face turned red.

"How dare you hit her!" he shouted angrily.

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