Harvey York’s Rise To Power Chapter 2592
Chapter 2592
Aside from Sharon and Murphy, Leslie and Edwin were at the front door as well.
Had it not been for Leslie and Edwin blocking the path, these furious westerners would’ve charged right into the Clarke family’s garden
villa.
Despite the duo’s efforts, several of the family guards still got beaten up. Some were lying on the ground after receiving painful blows. It was a horrible sight.
“What’s going on?”
“Who hit the guards?”
Harvey walked out, his face as calm as still water.
“I did. What of it?”
Murphy was dressed in western clothing. He
glared at Harvey, full of rage.
“You finally showed up, you despicable man!”
“You didn’t win last night’s auction, so you robbed us while we’re on the way home?!”
“You’re a vile man! Where’s your shame?!
“How dare you call yourself the Head Coach?!”
“Screw you!”
“Everytime I see people like you, my blood boils for Country H!”
“I can’t believe I’m from the same country as someone like you! You’re embarrassing the entire country!”
“I’d rather suck my blood dry and change it to a westerner’s blood just to stop being related to
you!”
Murphy gritted his teeth. As a man from Country
H, this was utter humiliation for him.
One of the westerners glared at Harvey, his eyes burning with anger.
“Let me tell you something, Harvey. Hand over the Head Coach’s broken sword right now!”
“If not, I’ll make sure you get gunned down!”
“I’ll search for the sword myself right after!”
Sharon shot Harvey a haughty look.
“Hand it over already, you damn Country H citizen!”
“If not, I’ll get the Interpol involved! This is a diplomatic dispute, after all!”
“Stop trying to frame Harvey!”
Leslie frowned, cutting Sharon off heatedly.
“After we left the Three Seasons Hotel, we
immediately headed to my family’s house. We
never went to rob your stuff,” she snarled.
“Keep spouting nonsense, and I’ll sue you for slander!”
Slap!
After seeing Leslie stand up for Harvey, Murphy’ s anger exploded.
He took a step forward and slapped her in the face without hesitation.
“You little b*tch! How dare you stand up for your lover?!”
“You have no right to speak here!”
“I haven’t settled scores with the Clarke family yet, but you still dare talk sh*t in front of me?!”
“Do you have a death wish?!”
Leslie instinctively tried to fight back, but the
western bodyguards stopped her instantly, hurting her wrist in the process.
When Harvey saw the palm print on Leslie’s face, his nonchalant gaze sharped into a dangerous glare.
“Don’t you dare cross the line, Murphy!”
“Ms. Clarke’s right! If you want to accuse Sir York for anything, at least show us some proof!”
Edwin stepped forward at this moment. The heirs of Hong Kong and Las Vegas naturally knew each other.
“It’s inappropriate for you to slander Sir York without any solid proof!” he growled, his voice
ice.
“Besides, Sir York has the witnesses and evidence to prove that he didn’t do anything to you at all!”
“At least be more reasonable!”
There was something else that Edwin refrained from saying: Harvey was the Head Coach himself. Why would he rob trash he had cast
aside?
“Do you have a death wish, Edwin?!”
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Murphy laughed scornfully.
“You think you’re some hot shot just because Las Vegas’s first-in-command lives in your house?!”
