True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz) novel Chapter 422

"No, no!" Carl Witlock smiled apologetically. "Of course not. It's just that I'm very surprised that such a noble guest like Mr. Jones would visit us."

"Oh, vocabulary?" Heinz said with obvious disdain, "Showing off your vocabulary after reading a few books?"

They didn't come with good intentions.

It could be felt from Heinz's tone that he was very unhappy.

But Carl didn't know what was going on.

Heinz looked around and then gave Lester a look.

Lester took a step forward and looked at Carl's face. In a low voice, he asked, "What did you guys do yesterday?"

Carl was taken aback. "Yesterday?"

Something flashed across his mind all of a sudden. Yesterday, he brought Jensen's woman here, and then gave her a few slaps in the face. Was that the reason why Heinz came here?

Carl's heart skipped a beat. Of course, he didn't want to provoke Heinz's anger. After all, Mr. Jones could shake the whole city with one stomp.

"Yes, yesterday." Lester's voice carried a sense of oppression.

"We brought a girl here yesterday," Carl said frankly. "It's just that we've recently been forced by the police to a point where we can't do business. We took a girlfriend of a police officer here to threaten her. Are you here because of that?"

Heinz narrowed his eyes. They glowed dangerously.

Lester's brows also knitted together.

Carl knew that that was the matter. There was no doubt about that.

"Mr. Jones, if it's because of this, we apologize to you and well never trouble the police again!"

"Looking for trouble with the police?" Heinz said coldly, "You are quite bold."

"Mr. Jones, it's a misunderstanding, a real misunderstanding." Carl was still trying to quibble. "It's because we're desperate. Even if we want to do business properly, we won't be able to do it!"

"Proper business?" Heinz smiled coldly, and his cold lips curled into a smirk. "Would you attract the attention of the police if you ran a proper business?"

Carl rolled his eyes and took a breath. "We are all proper businessmen."

"You are proper businessmen, and the police aren't proper police?" Heinz frowned and looked at him with extremely sharp eyes.

When Carl saw that Heinz was really angry, he immediately said, "No, no, I mean, if the police are generous enough to leave us to live our lives, we wouldn't do that."

Heinz said in a deep voice, "Are you a man?"

Carl's eyes widened.

"Are you a man?" Heinz asked in a deep voice again. Carl was at a loss for words. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "Mr. Jones, I can't do anything about it. If I had a way, I wouldn't have brought the girl here. We only slapped her twice. We just want her to bring a message but she's too disobedient."

"So, the girl was wrong?" Heinz interrupted him coldly. "The police were wrong, and the police's girlfriend was wrong, and you are right?"

Carl suddenly realized something and immediately said, "No, no, I was wrong. Mr. Jones, please don't be angry. I was wrong."

"You're wrong?" Heinz chuckled and said sarcastically, "Didn’t you say the police was wrong?"

"I'm the ignorant one," Carl immediately bowed slightly and made a gesture. "Mr. Jones, you are magnanimous."

"I'm not that kind," Heinz said. "Who was the one who hit the girl yesterday?"

Carl froze. "It’s me!"

"Well, take the number of slaps you gave the girl, multiply that by ten. That's how many times I want you to be slapped. If that can be done, I'll call it a day," Heinz said faintly.

Carl had no way of getting out of the mess.

He had already apologized to Heinz in person but Heinz still wanted to slap him, ten times, then how could he survive in the future?

He looked at Heinz awkwardly and said, "Mr. Jones, please show your mercy."