hapter 8
I coldly watched Merla and her father, and I let out a sigh.
“Well, it seems you still don’t understand what I meant. When I said to handle it, I didn’t mean compensating for the damage. I simply wanted to see how a father disciplines his daughter.
“I’ll give you one more chance. If your way of handling this doesn’t satisfy me, then don’t blame me for taking matters into my own hands.”
Truthfully, I was already being lenient, considering we were former classmates. I just wanted to teach Merla a lesson.
I never expected that Merla would still refuse to back down.
She suddenly pulled a gun from her clothes and pointed it at me.
“Nicole! Don’t push me too far! I’ve met plenty of big shots…”
Before she could finish, a fleet of luxurious black cars instantly surrounded her. My mercenaries moved so fast that she did not even have time to react before they snatched the gun from her hand. Within seconds, a few strong men had her tied up.
Even then, Merla was still so brazen. She screamed hysterically, “Dad! They’re bullying your precious daughter! Hurry up and have them all shot! Didn’t you always say there’s no problem you can’t solve? Why are you backing down now?!
“And Harry! I’m your fiancee! Get that woman for me! You’re the heir of the Reno family. How can you be scared of her?!”
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became. Finally, she yelled in front of everyone, “Nicole never talks in our class group chat, and she never picks up the phone. After all these years, how did she suddenly become some Mafia Queen? She’s obviously a fraud! What are you all afraid of?!”
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up on her completely.
“It’s my fault for spoiling you. The Genovese family is the head of the Four Major Families! They have the most powerful mercenary army and the most extravagant fleet!
“And the old Ford you smashed earlier? I don’t even qualify to open the door of that car. Do you understand now?”
As soon as Merla’s father said this, our former classmates‘ expressions shifted from initial
disdain to admiration.
Especially Conway. While I spoke with Merla’s father, he had already sent me more than a few flirtatious glances.
Disgusting.
