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89 Tragic Education

Horace looked at Fred and said in a hurry, “Don’t worry. I’ll call your leader right now; I’ll settle this matter for them!”

The Sullivan Group also has a project nearby, and my father is in charge of it. Hence, he naturally knows these leaders!

Horace picked up his cell phone and called the leader of this area. He raised his voice and said, “Uncle Geoffrey, I’m in your jurisdiction! There’s a group of people doing illegal prostitution here! Why don’t you interfere?”

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment before saying, “Cough cough. What, Horace? What are you talking about?”

Horace frowned slightly. “It’s the opening of a hotel owned by a brother of mine. I didn’t expect that someone would come and cause trouble. I want to know if you want to take care of it or not.”

The person on the other end of the line pondered for a while before saying in a troubled tone, “I’m sorry, Horace. What you spoke about has nothing to do with me. I have to go to a meeting; I’m hanging up.”

Before Horace could finish speaking, he hung up.

What on earth is going on? Didn’t Geoffrey suck up to my father previously, hoping to collaborate more with the Sullivan Group? Why is he not giving me face now?

Horace didn’t even know that his father had been fired by the Sullivan Group. The entire New York already knew about it.

He had lost face again and was furious. There were many people staring at him, so he could only bite the bullet and find other connections.

This person had a good relationship with his father. Once the call went through, Horace said, “Chief Lionel, I’m Horace. I’m here...”

Everyone listened to Horace repeat what he said, but the other party replied awkwardly, “I’m not talking about you, but that man is Quayle’s man. Don’t interfere.”

“What do you mean? If you don’t give me face, are you not going to give my father face?” Horace’s tone was slightly flustered.

“Face? How much is your father’s face worth?” The other party seemed to be displeased with Horace’s tone. He didn’t bother pretending to be polite and said directly, “Horace, don’t think that there is any use talking to your father now. Your father has already been fired by the Sullivan Group, do you know that?”

“What nonsense are you spouting?! How could my dad be fired?! When did this happen?!” Horace roared.

“Just an hour ago. Oh my, what’s wrong? You still don’t know? Hurry up and find out for yourself before continuing to posture!” After saying that, the person on the other end directly hung up.

The scar-faced man looked at Horace’s stunned expression and couldn’t help but sneer. “Yo, what’s wrong? You can’t find our leader?”

Horace was about to speak when he suddenly realized that the scar-faced man had slapped him on the face. He staggered and bumped into the chair behind him.

Everyone was shocked, but nobody dared to step forward to stop him.

Everyone’s faces turned pale as they were unable to digest what had happened.

“How dare you attack me?” Horace struggled to his feet. He could feel a hot stream of blood flowing down his nose, and his face was filled with rage.

“If I want to hit you, I’ll hit you. Do you still want to pick a date for it?” The man sneered as he raised his leg and kicked Horace in the stomach. Then, he pulled the latter’s head and smashed it onto the ground.

Horace kept begging for mercy, but nobody could help him now!

In just a short moment, Horace was already bleeding profusely. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

“Big Brother, I was wrong! Please, stop hitting me!”

“Wrong? You know your mistake now? Didn’t you want to find our leader to teach me a lesson? See if I can beat you to death!”

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