God Of War Dad

In the president’s office.

There were three of them, Dylan and Isaac, and a middle-aged man.

He was Hudson Scott’s father, Connor Scott.

Connor Scott, holding a freshly signed contract, smiled and shook Dylan’s hand, “Mr. Moore, this project is worth 50 million dollars, which is of great importance to both your company and ours, so I hope for a pleasant cooperation.”

“So do I.”

Dylan smiled and breathed a secret sigh of relief.

The Old Mr. Moore had finally decided to retire. Dylan and his son were in urgent need of big orders and good performance to prove their ability to sustain the Moore Group.

However, something went wrong with Cecilia, which led to a setback with Aiden Roberts and Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown.

And Connor Scott came in and signed a $50 million deal, and that was just a lifeline. For Dylan and his son, its symbolic value was far greater than the project itself.

“Well, Cecilia, what are you fighting me for?”

Isaac stood by, smug and cursing, “You’re out there with your fucking body and your fucking face, and you think it’s impressive to get a couple of guys?”

“I just signed a $50 million deal! Trying to kill you is like stepping on an ant!”

The photoshopped photos had been sent to Sean for over half an hour.

Sean didn’t reply.

Given his violent nature, he would have been furious to discover that his beautiful new wife had been cheating on him more than once.

By now, he’d probably put Matthew Moore’s family on the spot and beaten Cecilia all over the place.

Aha…

The more he thought about it, the more excited Isaac became. If he could get away, he wanted to drive to the Garden Community to see Cecilia’s tragic end.

“What’s going on?”

Just then there was a muffled noise outside.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Dylan looked at Isaac.

“I’ll go check it out.”

Isaac frowned and turned to leave, but just as he reached the office door, bam, the door was flung open by a female employee.

She was flustered and anxious.

“What are you doing? Why are you so flustered?!”

Isaac stared. Connor Scott was still there. It was obviously not good for him to see the employees of the Moore Group in such a terrible state.

“Mr. Moore!”

The female employee hesitated to say, “Mr. Roberts and Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown, they are here…”

“Oh?”

Isaac was pleased. Did those photos work so quickly? Before they heard about Cecilia being beaten up by Sean, Aiden Roberts, Mr. Backer, and Mr. Brown arrived.

Were they giving up on Cecilia?

Were they here to apologize?

In that short time, Isaac imagined a lot of things.

“Okay, I got it. What’s the hurry?”

Isaac coughed, trying not to be happy, and said with a straight face, “Bring them to my office.”

“But…”

The female employee glanced across the room at Dylan and Connor Scott and whispered, “Mr. Moore, do you have a minute? I want to talk to you alone…”

Apparently, the female employee also knew that the mess outside was inappropriate for Connor Scott to see.

For fear of affecting cooperation.

So, she wanted to talk to Isaac alone and get him to sort it out.

“What do you want to say?”

Isaac, however, was so carried away with his own imaginary victory that he did not realize what she was doing and what she meant. He said eagerly, “Mr. Scott is not a stranger. You can say it in front of him. It doesn’t matter.”

Isaac’s voice was loud enough for Connor Scott to hear.

The reason was simple. Aiden Roberts and others had changed their minds and came to the Moore Group to apologize in person. How could such a crowning moment be without an audience?

And Connor Scott was definitely the best audience!

Having Connor Scott witness Aiden Roberts and others humble themselves in front of him could satisfy Isaac’s vanity and show Connor Scott the strength of the Moore Group.

Kill two birds with one stone. Why not?

“It’s…”

“Cut the crap and say it!”

Isaac was so anxious that he wanted to hit her. “Just say it now! What’s the point of dawdling! At the Roberts Group, I was thrown out by that son of a bitch, Aiden Roberts. Now it’s time for revenge. I’m still waiting to show off.”

The female employee was helpless, and she could only say truthfully, “Mr. Roberts and Mr. Backer and Mr. Brown did come, and not only the three of them, but they brought more than one hundred security guards. Those security guards stormed in like maniacs, smashing everything they saw…”

“What?!”

Before she could finish her sentence, Isaac’s half-smile suddenly froze and gave way to a shocked look. “Say that the fuck again!”

Isaac thought it was his ear that was wrong.

This was a million miles from what he expected.

Did Aiden Roberts and others come here not to apologize, but to attack him?

How was that possible?

How dare they!

In a rage, Isaac grabbed the female employee by the collar and lifted her up, “I need you to get this straight. What the hell is going on?”

“Mr. Moore, I…”

Her face, once white, turned red, her body shook, and her voice shook, too. “What I said is true! Go check it out, they’re trashing the whole company…”

By this time the noise outside was getting louder and louder, and they could hear it clearly even in the office.

This undoubtedly bore out her statement.

Snapping!

At his desk, Connor Scott’s hand shook and the contract he had just signed dropped to his feet. Instead of bending down to pick it up, he turned to Dylan and frowned, “Mr. Moore, it’s…”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Scott.”

Dylan, who had been furious, suppressed his anger, forced a smile, and explained, “We are talking with Mr. Roberts, Mr. Backer, and Mr. Brown about cooperation recently. There may be some misunderstanding. Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal…”

With that, he winked at Isaac and signaled him to get to it.

…

Isaac throwed the woman to the ground, and as he went out, there were footsteps and a familiar voice, “Misunderstanding? You made something out of nothing. You took a couple of photoshopped photos and stirred things up. You almost got me killed. What kind of a fucking misunderstanding is that?”

It was Aiden Roberts.