Chapter 21: Shame
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“But” was one of the most terrible words in the world, because no matter how exciting the previous words were, it was not true, what people truly wanted to express was the words after “but”.
Charles felt like he was watching a clumsy free show. This was a common trick used by crooks.
“But what?” Charles pretended to be nervous.
“Your facial features are impeccable, but they are not so good when they are put together. Your face tells me that you will have three catastrophes in your life. If you can survive these three catastrophes safely, you will be wealthy and healthy in your life.”
“Which three catastrophes?”
“Love, Friendship, and Loyalty,” Phil didn't keep it and used it to blackmail Charles.
Charles didn't want to go into the story behind, he just wanted to continue to see what this so-called Phil had prepared, “Then how to fix it?”
“Tell me your birthday and give me your hand.”
Charles give out a date and passed his right hand to Phil. When Phil took Charles's hand, Charles was once again sure that his previous thoughts were correct. It was a pair of hands softer than a woman's.
Phil, holding Charles' hand, seemed to have discovered something, and his expression kept changing. If Charles hadn't determined that the other person was a liar, he would have been terrified by his unpredictable face look.
At this moment, there was a scream from outside the room. The soundproofing effect of the bar room was excellent, but everyone inside could hear this scream very clearly. Phil couldn't help shaking his hand, and Charles immediately pulled his hand back because He recognized that it was Mark's voice.
Charles immediately got up from the sofa and rushed out of the room, leaving a man and a woman in the room.
The girl looked at Phil suspiciously. She didn't understand why Phil would be interested in talking to a stranger tonight and was even more surprised why Phil would shake his hands when the screaming broke out. Because in her eyes Phil always stayed calm after experiencing various difficult or dangerous scenes.
She couldn't help but ask, “Dad, Charles, he is...”
Phil raised his hand to stop the girl, “Sarah, remember, if you meet this person in the future, you must stay away from him. Book Acarova's ticket back tonight! We got to go back immediately.”
The music in the bar had stopped and screaming kept breaking out from a circle formed by people.
Squeezing into the crowd Charles immediately saw Mark lying curled up on the ground and moaning. And Robert, his arms were twisted by two strong guys.
Without a doubt, Mark was beaten again.
But at this time Charles lost the courage to hit people with a wine bottle. First was that he wasn’t as drunk as last time, and the second was that there were eight or nine people standing around Mark and Robert. How could he deal with so many people with just one beer bottle?
A young man in his early twenties dressed in pink kicked Mark with his foot, “You son of b***h, how dare you touch my girl?”
“Mr. Roper...” A sexy beautiful girl leaned on the young man's shoulder. It seemed that she was the reason for this fight.
A middle-aged man next to him was wiping his sweat while bending down slightly to try to persuade him, “Mr. Roper, since he has paid for what he’s done, how about giving him one more chance? I believe he knew he was wrong.”
With a “pop”, Mr. Roper slapped the manager, “When will it be your turn to tell me what to do? Get out!”
The manager who was slapped in the face did not dare to speak anymore but retreated with his face covered.
“Get him up,” Mr. Roper gave an order, and the young people following him lifted Mark from the ground.
Although there was no blood on Mark, the middle finger of his right hand was bent back to a scary ninety degrees. He tightly gripped his right hand with his left hand, and his face was screwed together because of pain.
Mr. Roper walked over with the girl, and then slapped Mark on the face, “Boy, you are lucky that I am happy enough today. As long as you kneel down and admit that I am your grandpa, I’ll let you go.”
Mark almost cried out, “I didn't mean to touch your girlfriend, I swear! I just bumped her accidentally.”
A man next to him patted Mark on the head, “Dare to talk back? Do you wanna have another finger broken?”
Mark kept cursing in a silent way, but he still pretended to be very aggrieved, “I'm telling the truth, this is a real misunderstanding.”
Mr. Roper put his arms around the shoulders of the beauty, and said with a smile, “He said this is a misunderstanding? What do you think?”
The girl smiled, “Mr. Roper, are you sure you want to ask me? I did everything according to your requirements.”
Mr. Roper patted the beauty’s ass, “I knew you couldn’t keep a secret.” Then he turned around and said to Mark, “Hey, you, I’ll give you another chance. Let's forget about it if you take out 100,000 dollars.”
Upon hearing this, all people suddenly realized that this was a trick.
Not to mention 100,000 dollars, Mark didn’t even have 10,000 dollars. He almost cried out, “Mr. Roper, my wallet is cleaner than that of the homeless guy on the street. Please! Forgive me.”
Mark was kept talking, while Charles quietly stepped out of the crowd. He wanted to find a suitable tool but only found wine bottles, which were reasonable in a bar. But what can a wine bottle do?
Just when Charles was out of ideas, Mr. Roper's laughter came from inside. Charles squeezed into the crowd again and saw Mark kneeling on the ground.
As Mark was about to stand up, Mr. Roper put his foot on Mark's shoulder, “That’s all? My dear grandson?”
Hearing him, the person next to him gave another smirk. Charles couldn't help but admire Mark. He would never bend his knees if he were him.
Mark was also stunned, and his face became uglier, “Grandpa,” but he still did as asked.
The girl in Mr. Roper's arms laughed out, “What about me? Now that he’s your grandpa, you have to call me grandma.”
Everyone looked at Mark, anticipating, gloating, but more contemptuous.
This time Mark did not hesitate and satisfied the girl's request, “Grandma.”
Mr. Roper did not smile, but was very disappointed, “s**t, it’s so boring, let's go!”
Mr. Roper walked to the door of the bar, and several guys followed behind him. Seeing Mr. Roper step out of the bar, Robert took the lead to help Mark, while Charles followed Mr. Roper.
After watching Mr. Roper get into the car and leave, he turned around and then saw Robert walking out of the bar with Mark.
“Charles,” Robert who saw Charles was like a bullied child saw his parents, “Mark was in trouble. You have no idea what just happened. They forced him to kneel down and call a guy Grandpa...” Robert summed up everything that happened in the bar in one second.
Mark's face flushed with shame, while Charles pretended to be surprised and angry, and this time his acting skills were no less than that of the Oscar actor.
Charles must pretend that this was his first time to hear this, otherwise how he could lead the team in the future.
“What? Where are they? Where are they?” Charles pretended to watch around.
“They’ve left.”
“Alright. Robert, let’s take Mark to the hospital first.”
At this time, Charles couldn’t find anything related to shame in Mark's face. He gritted his teeth and took out an ID card from his pocket and gave it to Robert, saying, “Robert, I don’t care how you do it, but you got to find out all his information for me. I am gonna kill him!”
Charles stretched out his hand to support Mark and turned his head and glanced at him. He didn't expect Mark to steal Mr. Roper's ID card in such an awkward situation. He couldn't help admiring Mark's resilience.
What he didn't expect was that his next business had arrived. The target was Mr. Roper.
Glenn Roper!
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