Babel Novel
Chapter 450
Chapter 450
"You! Louis, don't go too far." Jasmine said in exasperation.
Louis side head, scoffed, "Even if I go too far, so what? You have forgotten that you are now begging
me, and if I am willing to be kind, I will reward you with a mouthful of food. Otherwise, I'll let you starve
to death!"
The man's tone was full of unbeatable bravado. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Marcus' face was hard to see.
He pulled Jasmine, who still wanted to speak, and barely suppressed the feeling of humiliation inside
him.
"Louis, let's redraft the contract just the way you want it."
At this point in time, he can only bow his head for the time being.
We'll see!
Louis raised an eyebrow, turned to admire Marcus's constipated face, and slowly sat down.
"It's good to know when to think, Mr. Scott, and just figure it out."
"Heck, Louis, you're going to regret this."
Jasmine gave Louis a hard stare.
Louis didn't give her a second thought.
He is not likely to regret it, the person who regrets it should be her husband.
The night came as expected.
Colorful lights illuminate the sky, signaling that another day has passed.
President's Office.
Louis is still on official business.
A man who is serious about his work is so charming.
There was a knock on the door and Harry knocked in.
"Mr. Johnson, we have a message from Greyson."
Hearing this, Louis's hand movements jerked to a halt.
"Found it? Where is he now?"
"It's been escorted by our men to the basement of the Imperial Club."
"Okay, let's go."
Louis grabbed his jacket and got up to stride away with Harry.
The car sped along and soon arrived at the Imperial Club.
In the basement,he saw Greyson, bound in knots.
The man had a grim face, and a scar still touched the eyes.
"Boss."
Several of his men greeted Louis respectfully.
Louis nodded and told several people to stand down.
He looked at the grim-faced Greyson and slowly squatted down.
"You did the car accident I had a year ago?"
The man's voice is faint, not a trace of emotion can be heard.
Greyson didn't look at him and said coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Louis was not annoyed, but asked again, "Twenty years, my mother had a car accident, also related to
you, right?"
Hearing this, Greyson visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but it passed in a flash.
"Louis, do you have any evidence? If you have evidence, then hand it over to the police, if not, then
you are making false accusations!"
The mouth is quite tough.
Louis hooked his lips and slowly straightened up, pulling out his phone and tinkering with it.
"What do you want? Don't hurt us, mother and son, we don't know the people you're looking for, huh?"
"Oooh, Daddy, come back, I'm scared."
The panicked voices of the woman and child were especially prominent in the silent, cold basement.
Greyson, who had little expression, snapped to Louis.
"Louis, what are you doing!"
That was the voice of his wife and son.
How did Louis find them!