Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 406: Chapter 406 Only Money Left_1

“Darius Clark…*cough cough*…what are you, what are you doing!”

Bran Cook, having suddenly faced a huge reversal of fortunes, was experiencing such significant emotional turmoil that he couldn’t help but start coughing.

With this cough, he felt a sharp pain in his chest once more.

The Willson Pavilion disciple who struck him yesterday had been very heavy-handed, landing blows that left Bran Cook with severe internal injuries.

Even after treatment in the hospital overnight, they could only repair the superficial wounds: the damage to the organs had to heal over time.

Bran Cook couldn’t understand why these people would help Quella Radcliffe when they had already agreed to side with him, especially when Radcliffe Group was on the brink of bankruptcy and liquidation.

Siding with Radcliffe not only offended him but also offered no benefits to them.

Furthermore, all the other banks were present except for the branch manager of Wealthy Bank.

Even Green Flag Bank and Celestial Bank almost came to blows over a loan dispute.

“Young Master Cook, we don’t need to report our actions to you, do we?”

Darius Clark turned to look at Bran Cook, disdainfully saying, “And who do you think you are!”

Since Bran Cook wanted them to pressure Radcliffe Group, and that influential individual wanted to save it, Darius Clark, who sought to maximize his own interests, could not afford to play the good guy!

Years of experience had taught him the importance of choosing sides!

And choosing the right side!

This morning, that massive deposit had already been made to Celestial Bank, and naturally, this unique achievement had fallen into his lap.

Just half an hour before arriving here, the head office had called him specifically to inquire about the ins and outs of this enormous deposit.

They even praised Darius Clark’s accomplishments in the work group chat in front of all the group’s employees.

Such an opportunity was once in a lifetime!

And if he wanted to make his allegiance clear, he had to thoroughly offend Bran Cook—to the point of enmity!

Only then could he forge a connection with that significant person.

After that, the benefits were endless, and there was no downside.

As for Bran Cook, he was just a locally well-known young entrepreneur. How many years would it take for him to earn this amount of money?

Yesterday, Darius Clark reaped the rewards of choosing sides early; today, he acted with unparalleled assertiveness.

“You…”

Bran Cook’s rage boiled over, causing a sharp pain in his chest, and he curled up in his wheelchair.

“Bran Cook, are you alright?”

Graham Cook quickly bent down to ask, glaring at Darius Clark, he bitterly said, “President Clark, your betrayal has truly been an eye-opener!”

He had thought today he could pressure Quella Radcliffe into submission, forcing an apology.

But who would have thought that in the end, they would be the ones humiliated!

“I’ll remember this vendetta!”

After expressing this painful sentiment, Darius Clark waved his hand, indicating they should leave.

He couldn’t bear the intense contrast!

“Oh! Isn’t this Bran Cook?”

Just as they were preparing to leave, Julius Reed appeared at the door of the chairman’s office out of nowhere.

“It’s you!”

Bran Cook was already furious, and seeing Julius Reed only added to his sense of unbearable humiliation.

“Yes! Bran Cook, you said yesterday that you would force Radcliffe Group into bankruptcy and mentioned your banker friends would help. I came to enjoy the show!” Julius Reed leaned over and asked Bran Cook with a smile, “So, Bran Cook, how did it go? Your word is supposed to be as good as gold, isn’t it?”

“Hmph! Who is friends with him! This person seeks fame under false pretenses, truly a disgrace to Gonzalez City! I, Darius Clark, will never lend a penny to the Cook Family ever again!”

When Darius Clark saw Julius Reed, his heart skipped a beat.

But remembering the admonitions of that significant individual from last night, he didn’t dare acknowledge recognition and instead immediately displayed his loyalty.

“Let’s go!”

Bran Cook nearly gritted his teeth as he forced the words out.

His face turned beet red from holding back anger, and his lips were so dry and cracked that they bled.

“Where to? Bran Cook, what happened to you?”

Julius Reed squatted down to look at Bran Cook, “Come on, I’ll take you to the bathroom. You look panicked; your face is all red. Did no one think to take you to the restroom? If you can’t hold it here in the chairman’s office, it’s going to be quite the joke if word gets out!”

“Haha!”

Dempsey Davenport burst into loud laughter over there.

Bran Cook had been blocking the door since early morning, putting her in an extremely bad mood.

Now, watching Julius Reed humiliate Bran Cook at the doorway, she felt incredibly smooth and naturally started laughing out loud.

“What goes around comes around, just you wait!”

Bran Cook wanted to speak loudly, but he dared not.

Whenever he exerted himself, it felt as if his body was being torn apart.

On top of that, just yesterday he had boasted loudly, declaring that he would drive Radcliffe Group into bankruptcy.

Now, to his chagrin, a group of people had united to slap his face mercilessly!

The humiliation was unbearable!

“Don’t get too smug!”

Graham Cook said viciously, feeling particularly hollow inside as he spoke.

Not only had he been beaten yesterday, but his newly purchased Audi had also been wrecked.

“Take care, I won’t see you out!”

Julius Reed kicked the wheelchair, flipping Bran Cook onto the ground.

“Pfft!”

Choking with rage and after such a fall, Bran Cook spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground and passed out.

“Quick! Carry the young master to the hospital!”

Graham Cook wanted to retaliate, but remembering his swollen face from the day before, he had no choice but to swallow his anger, leaving Radcliffe Group with the others as they carried Bran Cook away.

“What’s the matter with this elevator! It’s not working!”

Graham Cook’s angry roar came from outside the door.

“Forgot to tell you. The elevator is out of power, you’ll have to walk down!”

Julius Reed yelled toward the doorway.

Nearly twenty floors, thankfully going down. Take your time crawling.

“Where to tonight?”

After toying with Bran Cook, Julius Reed approached Quella Radcliffe.

He had received a message from her at home saying that she had to go out tonight and asked him to come along.

“We’re discussing business, Julius, wait for me a bit.”

Quella Radcliffe nodded politely at President Darius Clark and others in front of her, offering a courteous smile.

Unexpected though it was, these people were indeed here to help.

She had to seize this opportunity to revive the Radcliffe Group from the brink.

If she neglected the bankers and they refused to lend money, wouldn’t that be troublesome?

“We’re fine, you go ahead with your work!”

Darius Clark was naturally understanding and hurriedly stepped back, not showing the slightest recognition of Julius Reed.

“No need, it’s all family business. Gentlemen, since your time is valuable, let’s start.”

Quella Radcliffe couldn’t ignore these benefactors who had come to her door, and Darius Clark insisted that she finish what she was doing first before calling Julius Reed over.

“Tonight my mother is having a dinner for my fourth aunt who is returning from abroad. She asked me to join. You should come along too.”

Quella Radcliffe whispered.

“Didn’t we tell your mother we were divorced? Isn’t that inappropriate?”

Although their divorce was fake, Knox Ridge had believed it.

If the two of them were seen together now, it could easily arouse suspicion from her mother-in-law.

“It’s okay, my mother found out a while ago. You think she’s inviting you over for a good reason? She wants you to spend money!”

Quella Radcliffe gave him a glare.

“Ah! Using me as a cash cow, huh? Fine, I don’t have much left, just money!”

Julius Reed reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled one-dollar bill…

In an instant, his brows knitted together.

Meanwhile, the laughter of Dempsey Davenport, like the squealing of a pig, echoed from the side.

“Haha! A tycoon with one dollar, you can’t even get to the suburbs on a bus!”