Chapter 82 The bond of betrayal {2}
The old man saw the scene and was shocked. Diego smirked; all of this was just his plan.
"I saw your son! Do you think I am blind?" Old Mavis questioned Vincent and Hannah.
"There must be a misunderstanding. Why would Griffin want to hurt Diego? We all have seen how close these two are," Hannah spoke.
"That's it... we are going to choose the next president. And I have already decided who I am going to give that power to."
Hannah's face turned pale. If Old Mavis had a bad impression of Griffin, that would be a problem.
"Shouldn't we test them first? I mean their capability," Hannah suggested, and the old man thought for a while before agreeing.
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The Gonzalez corporation was after an impossible contract. Old Mavis gave the assignment to Griffin and Diego.
Diego was 18, while Griffin was 20. Both were handsome and brilliant. They were each assigned a mentor to guide them.
"Are you sure about this? Remember, you never wanted this path," Jameson said worriedly to Diego.
"I need to teach him a lesson. Someone like Griffin doesn't deserve to be the head; he'll ruin people," Diego said, glancing coldly at Griffin, who was busy talking to Phoenix.
"Alright, I just want to be sure. I'll support your decision in every way, and I'm going to help. I have a lot of business ideas since it's my dream," Jameson said, and they both smiled at each other.
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After much hard work, both heirs presented what they had prepared. The client wondered why the Gonzalez corporation had made two preparations. Hearing the explanation from Old Mavis, he was asked to check out their work and see who won his heart.
Around a large table sat many businesswomen and men, each representing their own company. Griffin and Diego represented the Gonzalez corporation.
The client smiled as he checked out every single detail.
"The Gonzalez corporation won."
Griffin smiled while Diego kept his cool. The client walked up to the two guys. He faced Griffin first, giving him hope.
"By offering such an amount of money, I'm afraid that wasn't what I was after," the man spoke calmly. Griffin's face dropped into a frown.
"However..." The man raised his gaze to Diego, with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You gave us a clear reason. You showed me what I never expected an eighteen-year-old boy to do. Your prices, terms, and such mind-blowing detail won my heart. Therefore, I'm giving this contract to the Gonzalez company solely because of you."
Diego was a bit shocked by this. He actually didn't prepare too much, yet he received such praise from the strong-headed client.
The room filled with applause as the people around celebrated him.
However, Griffin stayed frozen, his heart beating hard against his chest, his eyes wide with terror. He lost, just like his father...
Diego shifted his gaze to Griffin. A pang of concern struck him but disappeared immediately, thinking of how Griffin had betrayed him.
Griffin suddenly stood from his seat, holding Diego by the collar.
"You cheated, didn't you? How the fuck did you do this? I'm the oldest!" he roared. Others around stood to reach him.
Griffin sent a punch to Diego's face, which he didn't bother to dodge.
"You fucking asshole! Did you bribe him?!" he yelled.
A slap landed on Griffin's face. He slowly looked up and saw Old Mavis glaring at him.
"Such a fool!" he roared. Facing Diego, who stood and wiped his blood.
"Congratulations, Diego. You'll become the president," he declared.
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The celebration was short. Diego didn't smile, not even once. He hated what was going on, but he had no choice. Griffin was becoming a monster each day.
"What is wrong with you?" Phoenix yelled as Griffin smashed things in the room.
"You need to stop!" she yelled, but Griffin grabbed her by the neck, his eyes bloodshot.
Diego had been president for two years, with Jameson by his side. Griffin, on the other hand, was like a ghost, not acknowledged...
Just like his stupid father...
"Stay the fuck out of my business, whore!" he spat and released her.
"Whore? Motherfucker, did you just call me a whore?" she asked, glaring.
"Yeah, that's what you are. I saw the way you stared at Diego. Do you like him? Did you fuck him? Is his dick better than mine?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Why are you so obsessed with Diego?!"
"See? You're defending him. If you don't like him, then you should be on my side... my side!!" he roared, grabbing her.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" she yelled as he took her to the car, zooming off.
"Answer me. Where are we going? Stop the fucking car!"
Griffin didn't reply until he drove to a dangerous club. He forced her in, and his eyes scanned around the men inside. They were all tattooed, with a menacing aura.
"Here is a bitch for you to fuck. Do a good job," Griffin said, and Phoenix's eyes widened in terror.
"Griffin!" Phoenix yelled, but the man left. One of the dangerous men dragged her back, throwing her onto one of the tables. She fell, hurting herself, crying.
The man pulled out his member and approached her with the aim of wreaking her bones until a voice stopped them.
"Don't touch her."
The men's heads snapped toward the voice, and there he was, sitting with a blank look as he poured himself a Coke. He didn't drink alcohol...
"Stay out of this, devil," the man who was about to reach Phoenix spoke. He made to move again.
"Do you wish to die?" the guy asked, and the man sighed.
"Who is she to you, huh?"
"My girlfriend," he replied calmly. Shocked, Phoenix frowned. That voice was familiar. She slowly took a peek and was shocked to see Diego.
Why is he sitting there like he owns the place?
"Bullshit. That man brought her here and specifically told us to fuck her good. So stay out of it, son of a bitch."
Obviously, the man spoke out of anger, his desire being delayed. A knife immediately flew across the room, piercing straight into the man's forehead. He went down to his knees and died instantly.
Others' eyes widened in shock.
Diego stood and walked up to Phoenix. His gaze moved to the others.
"Anyone else who wants to fuck her?" he asked loudly.
Others scoffed and slowly brought out their weapons: knives, hammers, bottles, and even guns. Diego smirked darkly...
This is going to be fun for him...
"Kill him!" one of them roared, and they all approached him at once.