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    Charlie sent a text to Isaac Cameron at the Shangri-La: [Who is this Jerome Hunt?]


    Isaac quickly replied: [His family runs a business primarily in the jade industry. They deal with stocks and auctions. His influence in the area is indeed as formidable as people say. Why do you ask? Did he upset you?]


    Charlie texted back: [Yes. I’ve already asked Albert to take care of it. However, I need a favor from you.]


    Isaac responded eagerly: [Anything for you, young master!] <h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie instructed: [I need you to bring Jerome’s father to the hospital, along with another elderly man who appraises antiques—his name is Lawson Lewis. Bring them both to me.]


    Isaac quickly replied: [Understood, young master! I’ll get them to you right away!]


    Charlie added: [You don’t have to do it yourself; just send someone else. I don’t want it to be obvious that we know each other.]


    Another message from Isaac popped up: [Alright then, young master. Should they be taught a lesson?]


    Charlie texted back: [Yes, give them a good beating first, then tie them up and send them to me.] <fn0209> Content originallyes from f?ndnovel</fn0209>


    Isaac immediatelyplied: [Yes, young master! Your orders will be carried out at once!]


    Shoving his phone into his pocket, Charlie turned to Jerome and Lily, his voice icy. “The parents will bear the consequences of their child’s actions. I’ll have both of your fathers brought here; let’s see what they have to say about your behavior!”


    Jerome’s face darkened. “I suggest you don’t cross certain lines, punk. If you do, you’ll find yourself dead in a ditch once my men arrive!”


    Charlie scoffed. “Tell your men to hurry up; I’m growing impatient.”


    Just as Jerome opened his mouth to retaliate, the ward door swung open, revealing a burly man apanied by seven or eight underlings.


    Upon spotting Zaz, Jerome pointed at Charlie. “Zaz, it’s this little brat! Teach him a lesson!”


    With a frown, Zaz spoke in a chilling tone, “So, you’re the one who riled up my brother?”


    Charlie smirked coldly and nodded. “What of it? Are you nning to beat me up as he instructed?”


    Zaz looked puzzled; Charlie was a stranger to him, and he found it strange that Charlie showed no fear.


    After a long pause, Zaz asked warily, “Hey punk, where are you from?”


    Charlie replied dismissively, “I’m from home.”


    Jerome chimed in, “Zaz, this brat is a boytoy. He lives off women!”


    Then, Jerome leaned closer to Zaz and whispered, “Zaz, this brat has no connections. You can beat him up as much as you please. I’ll take responsibility if anything goes wrong.”


    “A boytoy?” Zaz let out a sarcasticugh. “Sure! Let’s see if he can still rely on women after I break him!”


    Without waiting for Charlie to respond, Zaz signaled his underlings. “Let’s finish this punk off, damn it!”


    Jerome shot Charlie a mocking grin. “Hey, Wade, anyst words?”


    Charlie ignored him, focusing solely on Zaz, and finally stated coldly, “Kneel down, and I might consider sparing you.”


    Stunned, Zaz rubbed his ear and frowned. “What did you say? Repeat that, and I promise you’ll meet a swift end!”


    Just then, a loud voice echoed from outside the door. “Zaz, Mr. Wade told you to kneel down—are you deaf?”


    Zaz was taken aback. Don Albert had arrived!


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