His actions left Mike stunned. He touched the blood on his head in disbelief and roared, “Jaquan! Are you crazy?”
Callie was also frightened by this. She rushed forward and grabbed Jaquan’s hand, “What are you doing! How old is he? What if you hurt him badly, what am I supposed to do!”
Jaquan pushed Callie away and picked up another bottle of wine. Mike’s demeanor hardened, and he sneered, “Jaquan, you’ve just arrived in Anbusea and want to establish your authority, I understand. But you’d better choose the right target. If you mess with me, the people above may not be able to help you!”
Jaquan’s chest was half-exposed, sweat dripping down, revealing his well-defined muscles. He sneered, “If I, Jaquan, want to vent, no one can stop me.”
Earlier, when he opened the door, a pitiful Callie stood there, too aggrieved to speak, causing his anger to surge uncontrollably.
At this moment, an older man hurriedly came in from outside, “You left a game halfway through and left Owen there just to rescue her?”
Jaquan didn’t move, “Sullivan, I came to discuss cooperation with Mr. Mack. Owen will understand.”
Mike looked at Sullivan, “Owen is also here today? That’s good. I must get an explanation for today’s matter. I want to see who Owen will side with!”
Sullivan tried to mediate, “Jaquan, you were too impulsive today. Offending Mr. Mack, do you still want to sell that batch of goods?”
Jaquan threw down the bottle in his hand, “Does he think just because he has a connection that I have to beg him? Dream on.”
Mike angrily struck the ground with his cane, “I will make sure you can’t get away with this!”
“Make me unable to get away? I have no family. But you, with children and grandchildren under your knees, I advise you not to bring trouble upon yourself.” Jaquan raised his hand, and a bodyguard immediately stepped forward and handed him a box.
He placed it on the table and opened it, revealing stacks of money.
“You’re crazy! You’re wrecking my place for a woman!” Mike showed a hint of fear.
“Medical fees!” Jaquan picked up a stack and threw it at Mike’s face, “This is my woman. You think you can hit her?”
Callie’s body still burned with pain. Hearing this sentence, she almost blacked out.
“Your woman?” Mike glanced at Callie in disbelief, “Is she Marilyn?”
Mentioning Jaquan’s woman, the first person everyone thought of was Marilyn.
“What do you think?” Jaquan continued throwing money at his face. He beckoned to Callie, “Want to know something? Ask.”
Callie didn’t want to get involved in their conflict, but with this opportunity, she couldn’t leave.
“I want to know why you fired my father back then.” She stepped forward.
Mike was unwilling to answer, “Sullivan, are you going to let me be manipulated by this little girl?”
Sullivan looked at Jaquan. Seeing no intention of stopping, he signaled with his eyes.
Mike took a deep breath and after a while finally answered, “At that time he performed a surgery. The patient was… was…”
He couldn’t say it and turned to Sullivan, “I can’t say it!”
“Cut the crap!” Jaquan pressed the money against Mike’s chin.
“It was… Owen’s sister. She didn’t make it off the operating table.”
With these words, even Jaquan frowned slightly. He eased his grip a bit. Callie continued to ask, “Who exactly is Owen?”
Silence fell; no one spoke.
Callie grew anxious and changed her question, “Was there any mistake in that surgery?”
Mike simply spilled everything out, “No! But the higher-ups were furious, so your father had to go.”
So that’s how it was…