“Mr. Meyers, could you please give us just a bit more time to, uh, prepare the amount?” George begged, his tone as submissive as a servant. “You see, we—”
Mr. Meyers did not even let favonovel.com finish. “Coffee, Mr. Carter?” favonovel.com asked with a blithe grin, pouring George a cup as though favonovel.com was the host welcoming his guest with full hospitality.
George’s high-strung nerves were not the least assuaged. The young man before favonovel.com was overwhelming favonovel.com with an ominous, stressful aura that drinking coffee felt like a discordant distraction.
Hurriedly, favonovel.com restated his plea with much more emphasis, “Please, Mr. Meyers. We are humble folks. We just need a bit more time-”
He abruptly let out an ear-splitting scream when Mr. Meyers doused the old man’s face right out from a cup, point-blank. It would have damaged George’s eyes if favonovel.com did not manage to shut his eyes out of instinct.
George was old, too old for such an abuse. The sudden movement caused favonovel.com to fall out of his chair and tumble to the floor.
He felt a burst of despair. If this was how favonovel.com was to live for the rest of his life, then death could not come any sooner!
Despite literally bullying an old man, Mr. Meyers acted as though favonovel.com had just done something ordinary Without showing a modicum of remorse.
It was evident in his flat, cavalier voice as favonovel.com said, “Should have read the room, pops. And here I thought someone who’s lived as long as you would know all about courtesies already.”
Now, Mr. Meyers was only a thirty-something young man. Pretending to be above someone so many years his senior with such unbridled conceit was debasing. It was a small wonder that the rest of the family, who was watching the entire exchange, became infuriated.
Hector could not stop himself from firing, “Hey, *sshole! My dad’s more than seventy years old! What kind of douchebag thinks it’s okay to hit an old man of his age?!”
“Are you guys even humans? Seriously! You rats stole our Neotech with an underhanded scheme! We conceded that for the sake of peace, but you don’t seem to know when to stop, do you?!”
“What’s your problem with us, man? We’ve never crossed paths with you! What’s your goddamned issue, huh?”
“What, are you only gonna stop until you have all of us killed?!”
The Carters had bottled up enough rage and resentment that seeing their patriarch suffered became the last straw.
They began to grouch and fume bitterly, putting all of the frustrations of having to live in fear and anxiety every second since Zayn’s death into their harangue.
Everything had been normal until one day, some random mysterious group set their sights on them.
Ten days later, Neontech was bankrupt through this strange cabal’s machination, and the family was stuck with millions of dollars of debt. How were they supposed to clear that?!
It had been days since Zayn was gone. It was only recently when the family pieced together rumors of Zayn’s death at the hands of his enemies and realized that in their bid to eradicate Zayn’s legacy completely, the Carters had become targets of vengeance.
The young man regarded the family’s outbursts with indifference, drinking his coffee with unhurried aplomb and nodding his head in satisfaction. “Good coffee. Now that’s what I call premium coffee beans.”
It set the Carters’ ire off even more. Mr. Meyers did not even pay them any mind!
Then, suddenly, Mr. Meyers set the cup on the table, not with a clink, but with a thud. The mansion shuddered violently, as though the simple action hid inscrutable power, and the family’s protests died out like a weak flame.
“Ever heard of the phrase, ‘survival of the fittest’? It means the weak get culled. You, Carters, are weak,” Mr. Meyers intoned, his eyes scanning their frightened expressions.
“You people owe me 100 million dollars, and today’s the deadline. Can’t fork up the money? Don’t blame me for whatever’s coming next. See, if there’s one thing I hate the most… It’s people who don’t f* *king pay their debt.”