Chapter 11 Mr. Reeze kneel down

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly apologized with a forced smile, "Marc, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you! You're a benevolent person, a prime minister in your own right, so just ignore me like a fart! Oh, I'm Morrison Reeze, the one you called for. Marc, are you planning to give me more responsibilities and promote me to be a manager? I will definitely work hard."

Marc remained expressionless, his gaze cold.

He said calmly, "Let's talk inside first."

Morrison Reeze became even more delighted when he saw that Marc wasn't angry.

Although Marc's face looked grim, it seemed like it was really George who was angry.

This idiot, he's done for, haha!

Marc addressed the gatekeeper, "Take him inside, Xing Tang."

The gatekeeper was slightly surprised by the request but still nodded respectfully.

At this moment, Marc looked respectfully at George and said, "Young Master!"

His voice was not loud, but Xing Tang, who was well-trained in martial arts, had sharp ears and keen eyes. He happened to overhear Marc's address to George and instantly froze, almost stumbling in his step.

Young Master?

Who is this Young Master?

Whoever Marc respectfully called the Young Master must be extraordinary!

Just as he recalled that he previously wanted this young man to kneel and apologize, he felt a chill in his heart.

It's over.

Could today’s date become his own death anniversary next year?

Just by thinking about it, he could imagine the fate of the guy named Morrison Reeze in front of him.

Ironically, he himself remained oblivious, still feeling proud as he said, "Brother, what should I call you? Let's get acquainted. I'm Morrison Reeze, Mike Reeze, the owner of Rainbow City, is my uncle! Ah, I didn't expect that when Marc personally summoned me, it seems like I've caught his attention. I might come here often in the future."

The burly gatekeeper silently sneered.

Come here often in the future?

As things stand now, it remains a question if you can even leave here alive today!

Morrison Reeze continued, "Do you know who that fool at the door is? He used to be the former president of Harolds Group, Samuel Harold's son. Now, he's a useless guy who depends on women for a living. He's been married for almost a year, but his wife is still a virgin. And now, his wife is going to be stolen by his cousin. Isn't that hilarious?"

The gatekeeper remained silent.

Morrison Reeze snorted twice, not bothering to say more, cursing in his heart Another idiot with no discernment. I only talk to you out of courtesy. With my uncle backing me, I'll soon be among the top ranks. One look from me will be enough to kill you.

They quickly entered the Hall.

Morrison Reeze noticed there was a person kneeling on the ground.

"Haha, who's this guy? Why is he kneeling here?"

"Take him away," Marc ordered.

I'm here, do you want me to take a shot..."

Before he could finish his sentence, as he turned around, he was stunned to see the person "Uncle, why are you... Why are you kneeling here?"

It turned out that the person was none other than Mike Reeze, the boss of Rainbow City.

Rainbow City was the company which signed the contract with Willows Building Materials, represented by Lily.

"You scum!"

Seeing Morrison Reeze, Mike Reeze immediately flew into a rage, throwing a heavy slap across his face.

The slap was so forceful and heavy that Morrison Reeze immediately felt a stinging sensation in his nose and blood began to flow.

Confused, he asked, "Uncle, why did you hit me?"

“No one else deserved to be hit more than you!"

Mike Reeze pounced on him, punching and kicking him once again.

At that moment, George and Marc walked in together.

"Kneel!"

"Kneel immediately for Master Harold and apologize with a self-inflicted slap!"

Mike Reeze delivered a hard kick to Morrison Reeze's body which almost broke his waist.

Looking at George's indifferent expression, Morrison Reeze's mind turned to mush. He pointed at George and shouted, "Uncle, have you gone mad? It’s one thing for you hit me for no reason, but you want me to apologize to this dog-like thing? Do you even know who he is? He's a useless piece of crap, worth less than dog shit. The thought of kneeling before him makes me sick."

George remained unfazed.

He had heard similar words countless times from Florence during the past ten months, and it no longer bothered him.

Marc, on the other hand, revealed a murderous gaze and coldly snorted, "Mike Reeze, you've raised a good nephew!"

As soon as he said that, the atmosphere around them suddenly turned icy.

Mike Reeze's heart tightened, and he made a decision.

"Marc, it's my poor guidance that led to this. I will handle this scum myself!"

"What?" Morrison Reeze was startled upon hearing this.

He understood that by "handling," Mike Reeze actually meant to have him killed.

Morrison Reeze shouted, "Uncle, you... You've truly gone mad. I'm your only nephew!"

Mike Reeze sighed. He had wanted to show some leniency after beating Morrison Reeze just now by sparing his life. But he didn't expect his newphew to be so stubborn, even willing to continue courting death... He had no other choice.

"You scum! You should've known better than to offend Master Harold, to have eyes for Master Harold's wife. And you have the audacity to make the young Madam accompany you for three days. Why don't you just die?"

"Ah-?" Morrison Reeze was shocked. "He... What does Master Harold..."

"What? He's just a useless piece of trash!" Marc sneered. "After he became friends with me, Fonda and the others treat him like they treat me. So, are you saying that I, Marc, am also a worthless person?"

Morrison Reeze's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open, resembling a fish on the brink of death.

He finally realized where he had gone wrong!

He had truly brought this situation upon himself!

Morrison Reeze quickly knelt down and pleaded, "No, it wasn't me. I only took some money and cooperated with the acting. Master Harold, I didn't really intend for your wife to accompany me."

"What?" George paused, recalling someone named Tom.

His eyes pierced like daggers, "Speak, who is behind this?"

Morrison Reeze was trembling, too terrified to hide anything, "It's Tom. That bastard promised me fifty million and three beautiful women if I helped him. I was foolish, blinded by greed. I will never dare to do it again, Master Harold, spare my life! I swear, from now on, I will be your loyal dog. If I break this oath, let the heavens strike me with lightning!"

George's face became filled with murderous intent.

Indeed, it was that beast.