Despite being just a small supervisor at the Bradshaw Group, his position as a mediator between Spicurity Group and the Bradshaw Group is now crucial. Even on the side of Spicurity Group, they would give him some face if he speaks up. However, he doesn’t want to deal with Charlotte using conventional methods. Since she’s so arrogant, he’s determined to ruin her reputation and make her lose face. He wants her to see that she’s not someone to mess with.
Jaeden took a fierce drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke, his eyes filled with a vicious and sinister look. Outside, Charlotte returned to the car with a sulky expression, sitting in the passenger seat. Quentin noticed her unhappiness and asked, “What’s wrong, didn’t the negotiation go well?”
“It’s nothing,” Charlotte replied with subdued emotions, “that guy is a bit shameless.”
“Did he try anything inappropriate with you?” Quentin’s tone became serious.
“No, not really,” Charlotte hurriedly explained, “but the terms he proposed were disgusting. He’s not only greedy but also lecherous.”
“That’s revolting…” Quentin’s face darkened. “If he had touched you, I would have splashed tea on his face. Too disgusting.”
Quentin smiled at her words. “Well done, but aren’t you afraid of offending him?”
Charlotte felt a bit guilty. “There’s nothing I can do.”
“It’s okay,” Quentin reassured her, patting her shoulder. “I’ll handle it for you.”
With that, he opened the car door. “What are you going to do?” Charlotte asked anxiously. “Are you going to fight him?”
“No worries,” Quentin chuckled, “you still have to work in the future. Can’t make enemies. I’ll apologize on your behalf. Wait for me here.”
Quentin walked away quickly, his steps firm and emitting an aura that made people instinctively keep their distance. He remembered the private room Charlotte had booked and walked straight in. Upon entering, he saw a man sitting there, wiping water off his face with a grim expression, confirming that he was Jaeden.
Jaeden, already irritated, exploded when he saw Quentin barging in. “Who the hell are you? Have you no manners, barging in here?!”
Quentin sneered, his gaze sharp and chilling as he approached without a word.
Jaeden was startled by Quentin’s demeanor. “What the hell do you want?”
“To knock some sense into you.” Quentin’s cold voice dropped, and the next moment, his fist crashed down, accompanied by a fierce wind. Before Jaeden could react, he felt a sharp pain in his nose!
“Ahh!” He screamed in agony as his nose bone fractured, feeling a warm sensation spreading across his face… he was bleeding!
Before he could react, another swift and forceful kick landed squarely on his chest, feeling like his internal organs were about to be crushed. He flew out, gasping for breath!
The chair beneath Jaeden’s buttocks shattered as he crashed, feeling like he was being dismantled. Just as he lifted his head, he saw the figure looming over him, cold and oppressive eyes bearing down on him, suffocating him with pressure!