The Peremptory Casey Davies novel Chapter 325

"You...You go too far! You stole my bag. Now, you even want us to give you money. You're unreasonable!" Jennifer stared at that stall owner with an angry expression.

She had been anxious when she lost her bag. Now, that stall owner blackmailed her. However gentle she was, she couldn't help complaining.

That stall owner gave Jennifer a contemptuous glance and said, "Let me tell you. In this market, whatever my uncle says is right. We all have you listen to him. Could it be that you dare to disobey him?"

There was a hint of pride on Raphael's face. Obviously, he was happy when that stall owner flattered him like that.

Casey gave Raphael a glance and asked, "You work for Conor?"

"Ho, ho, knowing who I work for, why not apologize to my nephew and compensate him for his loss? Hurry up." Raphael talked to Casey.

"Your nephew stole Jennifer's bag. For the sake of Conor, I can forgive you as long as you ask him to give back the bag to us now." Casey also spoke in a determined voice.

However, when he just finished these words, Raphael and his men all laughed, as if Casey were telling a joke.

"It's really ridiculous. He just said that he could forgive us for the sake of Conor. Who does he think he is? He talked as if he were familiar with Conor." That stall owner said with a sneer.

"Hey, is there anything wrong with your mind? I am the person who work for Conor. Do you think people like Conor will help a loser like you?" Raphael also stared at Casey with a sneer.

"I've just informed Conor. He will be here soon. Then you'll know whether he will help me or not." Casey said calmly.

Raphael sneered immediately and said, "Don't pretend as if you were important person here. I've seen many people who used this trick. Not everyone could meet Conor. It's difficult for even me to meet him, not to mention you."

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense with him. If we talk a little longer, he should give me 20000 dollars. Otherwise we couldn't let him go. Ask him to give me the money now. If he refuses to give me money, beat him!" That stall owner spoke.

"Did you hear that? Are you going to compensate him? If not, we'll beat you up." Raphael said coldly.

Casey smiled, looked at that stall owner and said, "Well, I'll give you 20000 dollars. However, I don't take the 20000 dollars with me. There is a bank card in the bag you stole just now. If you give the bag back to me, I'll go to draw money and give it to you."

"Really?" That stall owner unconsciously glanced at somewhere of his stall.

Jennifer didn't know why Casey said so. There wasn't a bank card in her bag. Besides, she didn't expect that Casey would agree to compensate that stall owner so easily.

"Of course. That's to say, you stole the bag, right?" Casey put on a teasing smile.

"You...You fucking stop talking nonsense. I didn't steal that bag. You can tell me the password of that bank card. I'll search for that bag for you. When I find it, I'll draw 20000 dollars and return the rest to you." That stall owner said.

Casey sneered. Hearing him say so, he was sure that that stall owner had stolen the bag. Casey just said so see if he had stolen the bag. How was it possible that he would really agree to give him the money?

"You don't have to. I already know where the bag is." Casey went to the place where that stall owner had just glanced at without saying anything else. He picked up a piece of clothes and saw Jennifer's bag.

It was only then that Jennifer understood why Casey said so. She immediately admired Casey for his wit and said hurriedly, "This is my bag. How can you explain it?"

That stall owner didn't expect that Casey had said those words to make him expose the position of the bag. After cursing in his heart, he immediately rushed over to get that bag back.

"Fuck, that is my bag. Put it down!"

Casey directly kicked that stall owner and said coldly, "It's yours? Can you tell me what is in this bag?"

After being kicked by Casey, that stall owner fell to the ground. He turned his head, looked at Raphael and said, "Uncle, he hit me. Aren't you going to do something?"

When Raphael was about to ask his men to hit Casey, he saw Conor coming in with a group of people at the gate of the market. His expression changed, not expecting that Conor really came here. He couldn't help giving Casey a glance.

Could it really be that he asked Conor to come here?

Seeing Conor, Raphael dared not ask his men to start a fight. If it was really Casey who asked Conor to come here and he started a fight with Casey now, Conor would definitely not let him off.

Soon, Conor came close to them with a group of people. His men drove people away. Seeing the stall owner who was sitting on the ground, Conor immediately said in a cold voice, "Is it you who made trouble for Casey?"

That stall owner had never seen Conor, so he had no idea what Conor looked like. Therefore, he directly cursed, "Who the hell are you? Did that idiot ask you to help him? Let me tell you, my uncle works for Conor. If you're sensible, get out of here now."

Raphael had planned to greet Conor and explain what had happened here. It never occurred to him that the stall owner cursed Conor before he spoke.

He was scared that his face became pale at once. Then he came close to the stall owner, slapped him directly in the face and scolded him, "Who did you fucking ask to get out of here? This is Conor. Don't you want to live?"