Chapter 48 She Cannot Lose


    The call was cut off.


    Sucy''s scream was so prating that Steven, sitting next to her, could hear it clearly even if it was not


    on speaker.


    He raised his eyebrows. “Your secretary?”


    Vi like got a blow. This fool! Sucy must havee to the horse farm without tell her!


    Vi did not answer him, nor hear what he said. She was thinking how to save Sucy.


    The interest groups behind the horse farm were unknown, if she rushed in, she would die!


    Only Leonard could handle it.


    As Vi was to call Leonard, Steven snatched her phone away.


    “What are you doing?” Vi shouted angrily.


    Steven put her mobile phone into his trouser pocket, straightened his skirt, tilted his head to her and


    gave her a faint smile, “It''s no use asking Leonard for help, I can help.”


    “Get out of the way!”


    Vi said coldly. She stepped forward to take her phone from his trouser pocket, but he seized her


    arm, “Vi, if you want to revenge the Sutton family, you must be invincible in the Shaws Group. Sucy


    temporarily will be all right, while the other party is very likely to target at you. If you think I am useless


    when we are in the horse farm, it will not bete to contact Leonard.”


    He was right. Leonard could not stand her mistake, if she once showed weakness, she would be


    dismissed and her painstaking efforts for three years would be in vain.


    Seeing that his was sincere, inexplicably she trusted him.


    It was a gamble and she could not lose!


    Vi gnashed her teeth. “Well, I''ll trust you once!”


    Steven smiled at her, took out his phone and sent a message, and then drove with her to the horse


    farm.


    Jordan waited at the horse farm for a long time.


    Steven led her into the casino and naturally took her hand, sping her fingers, as if he had practiced


    the gesture thousands of times in his mind. His palm was big, dry and warm. Vi inexplicably felt


    much secure.


    Jordan stopped the waiter. “I want to see your boss.”


    After looking at Steven and Vi up and down, the waiter made sure that they were not regr


    customers. He put on a polite smile and said, “Sorry, my boss is not here today.”


    “For thest time, get your boss here!” Jordan lit a cigarette and looked coldly at the short waiter


    through the smoke.


    Jordan was a big, tough man who spoke in a loud voice. For a while, many people at the table looked


    at him.


    Vi sighed in her heart, regretting that she had believed Steven. She was about to get up, but Steven


    grabbed her.


    “Don''t worry,” Steven whispered softly as he pushed her back into her chair. “Sometimes violence is the


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    quickest way to get results.”


    “I didn''t think you had viin potential.” Vi gave cold hum, though she did not deny his words.


    The waiter kept smiling, suppressing his fear of Jordan, and his teeth chattered, “Sir, our boss is indeed


    absent. If you have any needs, please feel free to tell...”


    “I''m sick and tired of you blind people.”


    Jordan sneered, grabbed a bottle on the table and smashed it to the ground with a bang. Then he


    flicked the ash of the cigarette gently. The sparks were stained with alcohol and burst into mes about


    waist-high!


    People stampeded as frightened chickened. Jordan jumped over the mes and kicked the waiter, “If


    you don''t call your boss here, I''ll blow your head off!”


    Facing Jordan''s fieess, the waiter reached his limit. “Sir...”


    Before he had finished speaking, footsteps were heard down the dark path leading to the auction


    house.


    Vi looked back at the sound, a stocky man came out surrounded by a group of people, it was


    Patrick, the owner of the horse farm!