Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid

Chapter 34

With trembling hands, he took out the contract, saying, “Ms. Lacey, I've offended you yesterday. I

deserve to die.”

“I'm sorry to let you know that I cannot deliver the raw materials on time, nor can I pay for the liquidated

damages. I can only mortgage the factory to you. I hope you will be willing to take over it.”

The other suppliers did the same, apologizing and offering their mortgage contracts.

Everyone looked on, dumbfounded.

Madness! These people have all gone mad.

Liquidated damages? Considering Darren Collins's power in the world of triads, breaching a contract

was commonplace. Lacey would not dare oppose him.

On top of that, he had, on his own initiative mortgaged his factory.

It was unthinkable!

Zeke prompted, “Lacey, why don't you receive the contracts?”

Lacey recovered from her shock. “Did you do this?”

Zeke smiled, an indication of silent admission.

“How did you do it?” Lacey continued to ask.

Zeke explained, “Using understanding and reasoning.”

Lacey was at a loss for words.

Still, Lacey would not take the contracts. She said, “Concerning this... Sir, we can extend the deadline

for supplying the raw materials... I will not accept this mortgage contract.”

Darren panicked.

If Lacey accepted the contract, he would die alone. That was enough for him.

If she did not, his whole family would lose their lives.

Darren started begging her, “Ms. Lacey, I beg you to accept it, please. If you do not take it, I won't get Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

up ...”

The crowd grew even more surprised.

It was strange to see someone beg so harshly to give away his factory.

What could this useless Zeke have done to Darren Collins?

Jackson was annoyed beyond description.

Darren had betrayed him.

Gritting his teeth in anger, he asked, “Darren Collins, what the devil are you doing? You're a leader of

gangsters, how can you kneel down to such an ordinary person!”

It would have been better if he had kept quiet. He had now spoken and attracted Darren's attention.

If not for you, Jackson Hamilton, I would never have gotten involved with this god, Zeke!

I would never have fallen so low!

Furiously, he rushed forward, slapped Jackson with a loud smack and yelled, “I was forced to. You shut

up!”

Jackson covered his face, looking at him in disbelief as he cursed, “F***, you dared to hit me, you

f***ing dared to hit me! You're dead meat!”

Darren shouted in anger, “Death? if I die, you will die with me.”

He had thought it over. He was going to die anyhow. So, he might as well teach Jackson a lesson first.

He could vent his anger and please Zeke. It was a win-win situation.

The two wrestled with each other into one entwined heap. Jackson was screaming nonstop as he

struggled against Darren's attacks.

Darren was a leader of triads, so brawling was right down his alley. Jackson was no match for him.

The Hinton family watched in bewilderment.

Darren Collins was an important leader of the underground triads, but he was nothing to the Hamilton

family.

In assaulting Jackson Hamilton now... it showed that had a death wish!

Zeke casually threw the pair of scissors in front of Darren as he muttered, “Trash.”

Was it not unbecoming of a triad leader to fight so hard with ordinary folk?

Seeing the pair of scissors, Darren's eyes lit up. He picked them up and stabbed them on Jackson's

thighs.

Blood spurted out to a distance of two metres.

Jackson screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

He screamed so loud that even his driver heard him.

The driver rushed in, turning pale upon seeing the scene. He swiftly kicked Darren aside, carried

Jackson on his back and ran off.

Jackson screamed with all his might, “You scoundrels, Darren and Zeke, just you wait! I want you both

dead! The Hinton family, listen up! In ten days' time, bring Lacey to me, or the Hinton family will be

done for!”