A dozen security guards burst into the CEO's office, and they surrounded Isaac, Dylan, And Connor Scott in small groups.
Then, Aiden Roberts, Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown came in angrily.
"Roberts, what the hell are you doing?"
Isaac was very angry.
Bam!
Aiden Roberts walked right up to Isaac, raised his right hand and slapped Isaac in the face, "You're the one I'm going to beat up today!"
"How dare you?"
Isaac was going crazy. He was at the Roberts Group, and Aiden Roberts owned it, so even if Aiden Roberts beat him up, he let it go. And now, in the CEO's office of the Moore Group, he hit him again?
Fuck! He was getting addicted!
Isaac raised his fist and tried to fight back, but the five security guards around him grabbed him and strangled him.
Bang!
Aiden Roberts kicked Isaac in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. He said angrily, "I dare not only hit you, but also kick you. You deserve a fucking beating!"
"Would I have cut off my left hand if you hadn't done it? You son of a bitch?"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became.
He treaded twice on Isaac's back.
If Isaac had not stolen Cecilia's project and contacted Aiden Roberts privately, how could Aiden Roberts have offended Cecilia, Sean and even Charles Campbell, which made him cut off his left hand and go to the Garden Community to apologize?
So, he took all his anger out on Isaac.
Isaac felt dizzy and miserable. His insides seemed to be in a wrong place, and he was convulsed. He wanted to endure it, but he could not help it and he puffed out several puffs of blood.
Isaac struggled to look up and noticed that Aiden Roberts' left arm cuff was empty. He had lost his left hand and was hanging by a white bandage.
But what…
What did it have to do with him?
Isaac didn't get it. Dylan didn't get it either.
In their opinion, Cecilia's family had no power and no position in the Moore family. Bullying her was as easy as crushing a bedbug. In Aiden Roberts' position, how could he possibly break his left hand for this?
It was totally illogical!
So, livid Dylan steeled himself and asked, "Mr. Roberts, the court need to have the evidence to convict a criminal. You broke into the Moore Group with your men in broad daylight, smashed our company's things and beat up our company's men. Don't you need to give me an explanation?"
"You want explanation? Okay!"
Aiden Roberts turned to look at Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown beside him.
They understood, nodded, and strode over to Dylan.
Dylan's pupils were constricted.
Mr. Backer came up to him and asked, "Is it correct that you are interfering with the cooperation between Miss Moore and our company, that Miss Moore got removed and replaced by you?"
"Yes, but…"
"Shut up!"
Dylan tried to explain, but Mr. Backer didn't give me a chance to speak. He punched him right on the bridge of his nose. "That's enough! I don't want to hear your excuses!"
"You, you guys…"
Dylan was stunned. He staggered back and nearly fell. Fortunately, he was caught by several security guards who surrounded him, and then managed to stand still, "Don't push me too far!"
"I bullied you today. What are you gonna do?"
Mr. Backer was angry and domineering, and snorted, "Isaac, that son of a bitch, photoshopped some pictures of us and Miss Moore, and that was your idea, wasn't it?"
"I …"
"You're looking for fucking death!"
Mr. Backer punched Dylan in the mouth again and stopped him. He gritted his teeth, "Do you know who Miss Moore is? And who do you think you are? You don't even deserve to call her name."
"How dare you go after Miss Moore and smear her innocence. Beating you is a slap on the wrist!"
One punch after another.
After four or five punches in a row, Dylan was giddy. He had a bloody nose and two of his false teeth knocked out.
Mr. Backer's words shocked him even more.
Miss Moore?
Was that Cecilia?
She was my niece. I'd seen her grow up. I knew who she was better than you outsiders, didn't I?
Why didn't I deserve to call her name?
Were you going to stand up for her, even at the risk of turning against the Moore family, just because she hooked up with you and made you happy?
Purr!
Connor Scott, who was standing nearby, swallowed and wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched Dylan and Isaac get beaten. He was in a dilemma whether to go or stay.
"Oh, Mr. Scott, are you here to work with the Moore Group?"
Mr. Brown came to Connor Scott and bent over to pick up the contract that had just fallen on the floor. He looked at it briefly and sneered, "Boy, a $50 million project, Mr. Scott, that's a big deal."
"…"
Connor Scott opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak.
He wasn't stupid. Isaac and Dylan couldn't say a word without getting slapped, punched, or kicked, so silence was the best option now.
If he didn't speak, at least he wouldn't say the wrong thing.
…
With a loud crack, Mr. Brown tore the contract in two, then in four, then in eight…In less than half a minute, the $50 million partnership agreement turned into a pile of scraps of paper, which he scattered on the floor at his feet.
"Too bad, that's too bad."
Mr. Brown shook his head with a sigh and shrugged his shoulders, "Having offended Miss Moore, the Moore Group is finished this time, and I'm afraid they can't continue to cooperate with you, Mr. Scott. I tore up your contract, I terminated it, I redeemed your losses, and I did it for you."
"You don't mind, do you? Mr. Scott."
Connor Scott's face was as ugly as it could be. It was impossible not to be angry. But he glanced at the three security guards around him and shook his head in anger, "Of course not."
Those who suited their actions to the times were wise.
And he did the right thing…
…
The Moore Group's employees fled in all directions. Many ran out of the building, some took taxis, others panicked and called police. Still others knew the number of Carter Moore, the chairman, and called him immediately.
Connor Scott's driver, who was waiting downstairs, took out his cell phone and called Hudson Scott.
At the same time!
The men Luis Sanchez sent to investigate Sean, as soon as they got out of the car, was shocked by the mess in front of the building!