Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 1109 Playing Games

The horn of a ship suddenly blasted and when Vinson turned in its direction, a massive vessel with its deck loaded with containers was spotted leaning in toward the shore.

In response to it, Luke remarked, “I’m afraid those trucks that I’ve brought along aren’t quite going to be enough for the job. I may have to go borrow a couple more.”

Trevor was still under the impression that it was his goods that the former was talking about. “You won’t have to trouble yourself. My company has trucks, lots of them. Just let us know when you need them, and I’ll have every bit of material sent over to you directly.”

“That’ll be too much trouble to ask of you. But we can’t wait, you see, as we’ll be needing those trucks right away,” Luke said with a laugh.

Trevor’s eyes fogged over. “Would your construction site be operating overnight? Are your workers going to work at this hour as well?”

Once more, Luke let out a boisterous hoot. “You seem to have misunderstood, Mr. Larson.”

you mean? Aren’t we going to transport my building materials to

in front of them. “You’re right to assume that we’d need

he saw that it was an ocean liner emblazoned

“T-This…”

Larson! You’ve intentionally bought out the stockpiles and construction materials producers to prevent me from completing my project. Bet you didn’t expect that Mr. Nightshire had no intentions to source

“W-What?”

thunderstruck Trevor’s face

tremendous gratification inside and continued to rub it into Trevor’s face. “Didn’t you say you wanted to lend us some trucks, Mr. Larson? Now you can. Lunch’s on

and outrage, Trevor swatted Luke’s hand out of the way and strode right for Vinson. But before he could get

holler at the top of his lungs. “Vinson Nightshire! Are you going to pull this on me after you’ve accepted my gift? You’re toying with me on

had completely forgotten about how much he actually dreaded Vinson. His head was in flux as

frigid gaze. All he saw in the latter was the fruitless struggle