The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 45

Leon’s mind was now like a roller-coaster, in complete chaos.

My name is Leon Larson, and I am now in a state of panic! There are thirty armored cash carriers outside the door, waiting in a line. Beside each car are four SWAT officers carrying loaded guns. They’re all wearing black battle uniforms, black helmets, and carrying black guns. Yes, it’s not the regular armored car escorts who carry rubber bullets. These are real bullets. Because the sum was too huge, the bank has contacted the SWAT team urgently, and they have sent more than a hundred SWAT officers over to escort the money. This was all done in less than ten minutes.

Philip calmly looked at Leon whose forehead was now covered in sweat and said, “I called them here.”

Boom! Leon felt his mind explode. His hands kept shaking. He was from a wealthy family and knew full well how terrifying a person is to send over so much cash in such a short time! His scalp felt prickly as he experienced despair for the first time. However, he was reluctant to give in.

“Impossible, there’s no way! There’s no way that you’re the one who called them!” Leon could barely stand still. He took his phone to call his father frantically. Find Dad, Dad can definitely solve this!

However, before he even spoke, furious yells flowed from the other end of the call, “Stupid brat, have you gone insane? Who did you provoke?” Lewis was currently going mad with anger at the president’s office of his own company. Not too far from him stood an old man in a swallow-tail coat, holding a gold and black walking stick, wearing a calm expression.

George Thomas had personally come to Prime Harvest Group.

After Lewis roared a few more times into the phone, he ended the call and smiled flatteringly at George. “President Thomas, I’m so sorry. My son has caused trouble. I will personally go and apologize to Master Clarke now.”

George shook his head. The tall female secretary beside him immediately handed Lewis a corporate acquisition contract. “Mr. Larson, our young master plans to acquire your business. This is the agreement with the buying price of three hundred million. Please sign it,” George said indifferently. His tone did not sound like it was a negotiation, but an order.

Lewis’s heart shuddered. Clenching his fists tight, he forced out a smile and asked, “President Thomas, do I need to? Why don’t I personally apologize to Young Master Clarke?” This company was Lewis’s life. While it was true that his company was worth three hundred million, but if he handed it away so suddenly, how would Lewis ever keep his status in Riverdale City? He had a very ambitious goal, which was to enter the national market.

“Lewis Larson, this is not a negotiation. It’s my young master’s intention. Please sign it.” George maintained an indifferent attitude. His eyes were narrowed with a barely visible glint.

Lewis’s back was drenched in a cold sweat. With gritted teeth, he held up the pen with much difficulty as he signed his name on the agreement.