Chapter 1622
"Looks like you''ve lost your nerve, old-timer."
The club manager nearly jumped out of his skin at Sean''s tone that made his knees weak, "Absolutely,
Mr. Sean Collins. I''ll take the me and resign, retire back to the countryside."
"Who said you could leave?"
The manager was at a loss for words.
Sean leaned in closer, a careless smirk ying on his lips, "Next time someonees in uninvited, I''ll
throw you out the window of this fifth floor myself."
The words were said in jest, but the manager was so terrified he felt a heart attacking on. He
hastily assured Sean it would never happen again.
Sean knocked the gift on the table to the floor without a nce and finished off his drink in one gulp. To
persuade Hans to deliver a gift for her? His sister was proving to be quite a character.
As he stood to leave, the manager quickly said, "Mr. Sean Collins, you''ve forgotten your things."
Sean nced at the painting the manager picked up from the floor and dismissed it with a flick of his
gaze, "Don’t need it."
The manager couldn''t believe it. A personal gift from Mr. Hans Collins himself, rejected just like that.
Sean exited the VIP room, and a bevy of beauties eyed him, eager to chat him up butcking the
courage. They knew this man was as unpredictable as the devil himself, and even though they
harbored the thought, they dared not approach.
His assistant, Steward, saw him leave the club and promptly drove up, respectfully opening the car
door for him.
"Mr. Collins."
He was leaving so early today, which wasn''t Sean''s usual style.
His good mood soured by Hans''s interference, Sean saidnguidly, "Let''s go somewhere else."
"The Kensing Club?" Steward nced at him in the rearview mirror, trying to read his expression, then
suggested, "Or the Vail Hot Springs?"
It was a hot spring resort Sean had bought years ago, the outdoor spring pool surrounded by beautiful
gardens and mountains all year round, with snow-capped peaks visible in the winter.
Both the indoor and outdoor springs offered a great view and were a delight to soak in.
"What''s there to do?" Sean sounded utterly uninterested.
Not wanting to irritate him further, the assistant paused before suggesting, "Shall I take you home
then?"
Perhaps Sean could get some rest. Seeing no response from Sean, Steward drove towards his
residence, cautiously reporting, "The man in the basement cracked just a little. He admitted to being
involved in that incident years ago, but he imed ignorance about the main instigator or the real
purpose."
"Is that what you call cracking?" Sean scoffed, clearly unimpressed, "Seems like the beating wasn''t
tough enough. Find some guys with more muscle to ''entertain'' him properly."
"Yes," Steward had been with Sean for years, but the nonchnt cruelty in his boss''s voice always sent
a chill down his spine.
When Sean remained silent, Steward continued, "Also, the old fart on the board said you''re too
capricious, turning the whole industry upside down - everyone''s profits depend on your mood. He even
suggested that the cat and mouse game a while back was all your doing."
"Since when is my business open for discussion? A man on hisst legs should be more concerned
with saving up for his coffin."
"I agree. A lesson is in order." Steward nced at the rearview mirror, "I''ll handle it; no trouble to you,
Mr. Collins."
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"When have I ever been afraid of trouble?"
Right, Steward shrank a little, "One more thing, sir. Mr. and Mrs. Collins have called me more than
once, asking when you''reing home."
Sean hadn''t expected his sister to be persistent enough to have their parents incessantly calling him for
the past six months.
Even Hans,ing all the way to Belloria for business, had made a special trip here for her, hoping to
get him toe home.