Victor calmly poured himself a cup of tea. “Don’t worry, Cid. I’ll definitely get it done since I’ve taken payment.”
He then turned toward the goon and gestured. “Show them in!”
“Yes, boss.” The goon left.
Soon, Frank and Helen entered.
“So, you’re… Eh?!” Victor was about to leap into action when he paused.
He somehow found Frank’s face familiar, but he could not quite remember where he had seen the man before…
Seeing that Victor was staring at Frank for a while, Cid frowned and called out to him. “Victor? Hello? What’s up? Why are you spacing out?” “What? Oh, nothing,” Victor murmured.
He somehow thought Frank resembled the man whom Emilio Sorano had mentioned that their family was not to mess with under any circumstances.
Still, he put aside the questions in his head and turned toward Helen. “To what do I owe the pleasure, chairwoman? You just took charge of Lanecorp, didn’t you?”
He shook his head and blew at his tea to cool it nonchalantly.
“Hmph.”
Helen snorted in turn-she naturally recognized Cid, having seen his photos while investigating his father Kallum.
The fact that he showed up here could not mean anything good.
Regardless, Helen strode up and said bluntly, “I’m here to collect what Victorget owes Lanecorp.” “Hahaha….”
Victor laughed and put down his tea, studying Helen from head to toe in amusement. Ms. Lane, it has been agreed that Victoget will be the sole contractor to Lanecorp’s security operations. As such, Mr. Gaetz your CFO has therefore deposited 200 million dollars, but you’re now severing the contract without precedent and asking back for that money? What are we to you? Do we look so easily bullied?!”
“Hehe…”
Cid sneered at Helen in turn.
He watched as Victor’s tone got harsher but the minute, even standing up as he threatened Helen at the end. His hard work certainly did not go to waste!
On the other hand, Victor could see that Helen was just staring coolly at him in silence and returned to his chair.
Snuffing out his cigarette on an ashtray, he smiled, “So how about this instead? Our contract stands,, but you need to pay the remainder of our subcontract of 300 million while we stay as your security subcontractor. How about that, Ms. Lane?”
“No.” Frank strode up, knowing that Helen was never good at handling thugs.
Such people were never reasonable, and the owner was trying despicably to con Helen for more money.
That’s why Frank took the stage. “I think Victorget should be returning that 200 million dollars deposit, as
well as 100 million in addition for holding on to that 200 million dollars without permission.”
“What?!” Cid gaped in disbelief, but he soon laughed so hard he could cry. “Hold on, where did you come from, kid? Isn’t Ms. Lane really scraping the bottom for her recruits?”
