“Good! That’s the way to deal with scum like this-hit them hard!”
“Not just the old lady, this Vivienne Osborn needs to be investigated too! Don’t let a single one of them go!”
“Your master has fled in disgrace, your jobs are gone, and yet you still act so arrogant? Go ahead, try cutting in line again next time!”
The crowd, of course, didn’t miss the opportunity to kick someone when they were down. They unleashed a torrent of insults at Vivienne Osborn.
This woman had always been arrogant and overbearing, treating everyone with disdain.
The old lady, on the other hand, used her age as a shield, ignoring common decency to cut in line whenever she pleased. When Flynn tried to stop them, he was met with insults.
Both of them had openly admitted their wrongdoing, brazenly cutting in line without shame while challenging the public’s patience.
When Molly tried to pull Flynn away, the old lady wouldn’t relent, chasing after him to hurl more insults.
In the end, they paid the price. Neither calling Freddie Jenkins nor summoning their husbands did any good. Even Penelope couldn’t turn things around for them.
Flynn had humiliated them repeatedly, leaving them battered in every sense. Their reputations were destroyed, and their futures were in ruins.
For Vivienne Osborn, her blatant disrespect toward Freddie Jenkins alone would ensure her life wouldn’t improve from here.
“I was just cutting in line. How did it come to this?” Vivienne Osborn broke into sobs, unable to comprehend the situation.
But what she didn’t realize was that with her character, it was only a matter of time before things blew up. Today it happened; tomorrow it would’ve been something else.
In a society like this, there would always be someone to teach her a lesson.
The milk tea shop owner had watched the entire scene unfold from the corner, his face pale.
When Tobias Turgenev’s bodyguard slapped Mr. Takada, the shop owner knew this game was over for good.
Trembling, he prepared two cups of milk tea, handed them to Molly, and pleaded with a tearful face:
“Miss, I was wrong. Please, I beg you, talk to him for me. Ask him to tell Mr. Jenkins not to kick me out. Please!”
He had lost hundreds of thousands in his earlier business ventures, but through clever advertising, he had finally started making a profit-over ten thousand dollars a day. His debt had dwindled to only tens of thousands.
Yet today, he’d offended the wrong person. Freddie Jenkins had evicted him from Promenade Lane.
Without the massive foot traffic at Promenade Lane, it would be almost impossible for him to make a comeback.
Caught in the crossfire, he cursed himself for siding with Vivienne Osborn. Why hadn’t he stayed quiet and let things play out?
Molly, unimpressed by the shop owner’s earlier behavior, took the milk tea and pulled out her wallet. “Two cups, that’s a hundred dollars, right?”
She had seen his fawning over Vivienne Osborn earlier, going out of his way to target Flynn and herself.
With such a poor impression of him, she wasn’t about to waste her breath helping him.
“Uncle Penelope, how’s my uncle doing these days?” Molly asked.
Penelope sighed and replied, “You know Rocco Spencer’s temperament-he’s a workaholic. If he isn’t traveling for research, he’s buried in meetings. He never takes a moment to rest.”
“But in his free time, he often talks about you. I’m sure he calls you often, doesn’t he?”
“To be honest, he cares about you more than he does about Jaylin Spencer.”
“This time, when I came to Niarak for research, he specifically asked me to visit you. I didn’t expect we’d run into each other here.”
Molly felt a warmth in her heart and smiled. “Uncle Penelope, tell him not to worry. I’ll behave myself.”
Penelope chuckled and nodded. “I can see your mental state has improved a lot. Your smiles are genuine now.”
“You’ve changed quite a bit. Tell me, is it because of Flynn?”
“Changed? Flynn?” Molly froze for a moment, then pouted. “Of course not! I’ve made some great friends here in Niarak. They’ve been really kind to me.”
“As for that jerk, as long as he doesn’t annoy me, it’s already a blessing. He doesn’t get any credit.”
Penelope smiled knowingly. “If you’re so annoyed with him, why are you out shopping together?”
“No, Uncle Penelope, it’s not like that…” Molly started to explain, but Penelope interrupted her with a teasing grin.
“Alright, alright, let’s just call it a coincidence. I believe you.”
“But since we’ve run into each other, let me deliver Rocco Spencer’s message.”
“Ms. George, Rocco Spencer says Mr. Clark is a good man. He thinks you two should become a couple.”
“What?!” Molly’s eyes widened as she rolled them dramatically. “Flynn is a good man? What kind of judgment does my uncle have? That jerk is a total scumbag! Be with him? I’d rather become a nun!”
Penelope chuckled helplessly and spoke earnestly, “Ms. George, Rocco Spencer is an excellent judge of character. He holds Flynn in high regard. Don’t be so quick to dismiss the idea. Get to know him better before making a decision.”
“Rocco Spencer treats you like his own daughter. He wouldn’t steer you wrong.”
“Well, I still have a lot of work to do, so I’ll take my leave.”
With a wave, Penelope led a group of officials away from Promenade Lane.
“Get to know him better before deciding? No need. There is no way I’d fall for that pervert. Never!” Molly muttered to herself, glaring at Flynn, who was casually chatting with Tobias Turgenev nearby. She rolled her eyes so hard they could’ve reached the sky.
“Mr. Clark,” Tobias Turgenev said in a chilling tone, “Mr. Takada has offended you. Shall I have someone take care of him?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it discreetly. The Komatsu Conglomerate won’t dare say anything or cause trouble for you.”
Flynn waved dismissively. “He’s just a dog. Not worth wasting energy on.”
“Tomorrow, there’s a banquet. I’ll need that five hundred billion dollars. Did you bring the Golden Shield?”
Tobias quickly produced a device resembling a USB drive and handed it over respectfully. He dismissed his bodyguards and leaned in to share the access code with Flynn.
“Mr. Clark, the Golden Shield contains one trillion dollars in liquid funds. To transfer five hundred billion to the Ostrad account, you’ll need to confirm with the bank to avoid triggering anti-money laundering protocols.”
His concern was valid. A sudden influx of such a large amount would undoubtedly raise red flags and invite investigations from any bank.
It was essential to notify the bank beforehand to avoid unnecessary complications.
Flynn nodded. “That’s a fair point. I’ll call Jasper Pearce and have him handle it.”
He then dialed the president of Niarak Aisino Bank, Jasper Pearce. Grateful for the chance to repay Flynn for past help, Jasper eagerly agreed, promising there would be no issues.
With everything settled, Tobias took his leave, accompanied by a large entourage that turned heads and drew gasps from onlookers.
“Let’s go!” Flynn checked the time-it was already 7 p. m.
They had wasted over two hours here, which left him feeling irritated.
Just as they were about to leave, Flynn’s phone rang. It was Edwin Gallagher.
“Mr. Clark, you must be exhausted these past few days. How about I take you to a club to relax? Those two blonde beauties from last time can keep you company…”
Molly, with her sharp hearing, caught every word. Her expression instantly soured, and she turned away with a disdainful snort.
Her thoughts weren’t exactly charitable.
Flynn, however, didn’t care what Molly thought. He was caught in a dilemma.
Those two golden-haired women were stunning. Last time, they had almost made him lose control, and he’d even dreamed about them afterward.
He had been meaning to “discuss life” with them, and now he finally had the time.
Should he head back to Plenilune Mountain to lecture Molly, or save that for another day?