Billionaire God of War
Chapter 673
Ethan nodded.
"The one in charge of entering the north is Owen Foss." Brother Geoff quit. "She
one of the eight young people you personally choose to
expanding Palmer Group to other markets."
In addition to one who had met his untimely death, seven others
all of them had matured and were able to defend their own fortresses.
The north market is very important and Owen is one of the best. She didn't
hesitating and volunteering to be the first to try
entering north.
But when he reached the north, he encountered trouble.
"Call them now" said Ethan.
"How's it?"
Geoff's brother froze for a while. The company may be
the shell is empty, so it took some time to find where Scott is
Storm actually.
Ethan glanced at Brother Geoff. "Use the method you are most good at."
Brother Geoff got it right away.
In no time, someone woke Scott from his nap.
"Whatdidyou say? My office destroyed?!"
Scott's eyes widened and his expression was furious.
Even though the leather bag company was only the front, it was still a
slap in Scott's face.
Who in Bridgeport dares to destroy his place?
"The door's been smashed and there's dirt all over the lobby. Your name is written too
on the wall, the message..."
The subordinate was a little afraid to say this.
"What?" Scott narrowed his eyes and looked murderous.
"Say: My son Scott, your grandfather is here!"
Scott jumped up, grabbed a wine glass on the table and slammed it into the
flooring. His face was all red from anger.
He had spent many years fighting in Bridgeport and he had enough
famous in the north. Who would dare insult him like that?
Someone not only destroyed his office, but also insulted him!
"Who did this?!" Scott shouted with clenched teeth. "WHO?!"
"He didn't say it, he just left one number."
The subordinate had copied the number written on the wall and gave it away
to Scott.
Scott laughed coldly from being too angry.
How arrogant!
This guy even left a contact number!
When did anyone insult him like this?
Scott immediately dialed the number as his chest went up and down. He'll see an idiot
which one had the death wish and actually dared to offend
her feelings. If he had not killed this idiot, he would never have stood up
stand up at Bridgeport again.
"Who are you?!"
"Your grandfather!" Brother Geoff didn't bother being polite at all. "Oh
my dear granddaughter, I'm still afraid you don't dare call me."
Scott grunting. "You're dead meat! Who're you?"
"My dear granddaughter, how unfilial you are. Your grandfather will be waiting for you
here and you have half an hour. If you dare not come, be
fine and get away from Bridgeport."
Brother Geoff gave him an address and hung up the phone.
Scott's gonna explode with rage.
This guy is too arrogant!
Too arrogant!
When did such a person appear in Bridgeport?
"Let's go!" He called his men together. "Let's go and see from
where did this guy come from and do him!"
On the other hand, Brother Geoff has put down the phone. Suddenly he felt again
that it's actually not too hard to use his brain to solve
a problem.
At first they didn't know how to find Scott, but now they
no need to look for it. Scott's gonna come looking for them.
"Big boss, what do we do after they come?"
Ethan sat there and slowly sipped his tea while narrowing his eyes.
"You can do whatever you want."
Brother Geoff became a little excited.
Brother Geoff was now like a ferocious tiger that had just been released from
the stables. After coming north, Brother Geoff began to wonder if
he had to change his name to tiger. That'll make it sound
more domineering.
Within a short time, several cars reached the teahouse. A few dozen men
he ran out of the car and ran upstairs. Each one was filled with air
killer and ready to kill!
Ethan had ordered the entire teahouse, so only he and his men were there
in deep.
They quietly sat there and drank tea while waiting for Scott to appear.
When Scott arrived, he went straight in. All his men immediately surrounded
that room.
He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea without bothering
be polite.
"You are really brave!" He placed the tea cup hard on the table
and said in a cold voice, "I want to know who you are and how dare you
offend me at Bridgeport itself! If you don't give me an explanation
today, you're not going anywhere."
"Ethan Hunt," Ethan glanced at Scott and spoke calmly. "I'm from the Group
Palmer."