Bumpkins Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 662 Trying to Please Zac

“Hahaha… Wait. Let me send you a photo.” Conrad put the call on speaker before sending Zac a photo of Matthew in his current state. He cackled and said, “Look at him now. Nothing gives me greater satisfaction.” A few seconds later, Zac received the photo.

After clicking into it, he couldn’t help but frown. “Tsk tsk… He looks so pitiful. I wouldn’t have believed that this is Matthew Kings if it hadn’t been for the other half of his face.” “I know, right?”

“Leave him be for now. It might come in handy in the future.” Zac stroked his jaw. “Seems like Troy Ritter is a pretty ruthless fellow. There’s no telling what he might do, so make sure to keep him well-protected. It’d be a great loss to lose such an able man.”

“He didn’t even manage to kill Matthew even though he was that close. Are you sure he can be trusted?”

Conrad was overwhelmingly cautious whenever it came to people that were related to Matthew. That included Troy.

“It just proves that Matthew’s a hard man to kill. My men saw with their own eyes how the three shots were fired right at Matthew’s heart, and yet, he still survived.”

and commented, “Still, even though he’s not dead, he’s still useless now and not someone we need to be afraid of anymore. Alas, with one less rival around, it feels

greatest threat. He even went through all that effort to locate his child just for

chip, he was still able to take over Spinfluence Group with great ease. He wasn’t keen on taking care of the child that b*tch Yvonne

he would get flashbacks of Veronica destroying his manhood, and he would be overwhelmed with

currently researching unmanned aerial vehicles (UAV), and they’ve reached the last few stages. Once they’ve succeeded,

and say

Conrad started speaking, Zac knew

way to acquire the company itself or acquire the entire

actual figure. He merely gave a broad overview

down to it, Zac was the one holding the purse strings, so Conrad did not have a

in funding and investments. Are you asking me to

slammed his hand against the desk in fury as he growled, “It’s been three months. I’ve only seen several hundred thousand in profit. When am I ever going to make my