“Sir, go ahead and speak! I’ll get it done!”
Enduring intense pain, Tarzan forced a smile, his expression highly flattering.
“Compensate ten times the losses my brother-in-law have suffered during this period. Do you have any objections?”
“Not at all!”
“And if I ever catch you guys bullying here again, what you’ll lose won’t be just your hand, it’ll be much more severe than that.”
“Get lost!”
With an angry shout, Tarzan kowtowed repeatedly before leaving with the others, crawling and rolling away.
Rashad was dumbstruck.
Why was Tarzan so afraid of Quentin?
What was going on?
Others also felt perplexed. They knew about Tarzan’s arrogance, but they had never seen this bunch of guys looking so wretched before.
Quentin patted Rashad’s shoulder and said, “I’ve resolved the matter for you. I have other things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”
Rashad sneered, “Don’t think I’ll be grateful to you just because of this!”
“It’s something I owe you.” Quentin smiled. “I don’t expect anything in return.”
They had suffered four to five years of humiliation because of him, and now everything Quentin did was simply compensation for them.
Watching Quentin’s departing figure, Rashad’s expression became complex…
Indeed, he had done a lot for them during this time.
But how could he be forgiven so easily?
In the car, Eileen drove while giving a report, “Sir, the client has made an appointment with us. Let’s hurry over.”
“What was their reaction?”
“The person behind Sloburg Kindergarten, called Raphael Rogers, is a local big shot primarily involved in real estate. Many of Stresall’s properties are under his name. Sloburg Kindergarten is just one of his inconspicuous ventures.”
“Basically…”
“Sloburg Kindergarten was started by him as a gathering place for local influential families and serves as a bridge for their communication.”
“This time, we will meet Raphael through Clark’s connection.” Quentin nodded.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a restaurant. Quentin glanced up.
Ruby Restaurant.
It was an established restaurant in Stresall, rumored to be controlled by a wealthy businessman. Although the Holland family had no contact with them in the past.
Quentin took confident strides, his gaze calm, as he entered Ruby Restaurant. There was a neatly-dressed middle-aged man standing at the entrance.
“My last name is Holland. I’ve come to see Mr. Raphael Rogers.”
“This way, please.” Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately led Quentin inside.
“Mr. Rogers, he has arrived.” The middle-aged man pushed the door open, and Quentin saw a refined middle-aged man wearing traditional clothing sitting on the sofa.
“Hmm? Arrived? Take a seat.”
Raphael had a smile on his face, but his greeting to Quentin was indifferent.
Yet, his eyes were sizing up Quentin, with a mix of cunning and disdain.
Quentin remained unperturbed.
He sat directly on the sofa in front of Raphael, nodding slightly.
“Mr. Holland? According to Mr. Wilson, you have something for me?” Raphael smiled faintly. “I’m quite busy, but I have to give Mr. Wilson some respect. If you have something to say, go ahead.”
His words were clearly a display of disdain towards Quentin.
The implied message was, if it weren’t for Mr. Wilson, would you be qualified to see me?
After speaking, he threw a cigar towards Quentin. “Come, smoke one.”
Quentin waved his hand. “Never mind, I prefer my own.”
Raphael looked displeased and smiled insincerely. “Don’t you show any respect to me?”
This guy didn’t know what was good for him.
“I’m used to it.” Quentin took out his cigarette case and placed it on the table. “This one has its own unique flavor. I’m not accustomed to other brands.”
Raphael gave a cold smile and glanced at the cigarette case on the table.
His pupils suddenly contracted!
This…
Could he be mistaken?
The lighter sparked, and Quentin exhaled a puff of smoke.
“Mr. Rogers, care to try this?” Quentin smiled ambiguously as he opened the cigarette case and took out a cigarette.
But at this moment, Raphael was overwhelmed with fear, his lips turned pale, drenched in cold sweat.
This… this was a special cigarette for high-ranking officials!
He had only been fortunate enough to see it at a gathering of bigwigs…
The cigarette wasn’t the point!
The point was… only bigwigs could smoke this kind of cigarette.
In shock, he looked up, staring at the young man before him in utter disbelief…
“What’s wrong? Show no respect for me?” Quentin smiled insincerely.
Raphael was wordless.
He quickly stood up, bowed, trembling as he received the cigarette. “Thank you, Mr. Holland, for this gift.”