The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 389

“Huh?”

David, who was sitting on the sofa spacing out, jumped up in surprise. His body was tense, and his forehead gleamed with sweat. 

Thea had wanted to ask him about the rumors on the internet. 

Seeing his weird reaction, she frowned and asked, “What’s wrong with you? You’ve not been yourself these past two days.” 

“I-It’s nothing.” 

David hurriedly sat back down. 

He was not able to muster the courage to speak even after two days had passed. 

He was reluctant to tell Thea the fact that he had transferred five hundred million from her bank account, or about how he also borrowed eight hundred million worth in loans from loan sharks. 

No one had come knocking on the door for the past two days. He thought he had gotten away with it. 

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Thea didn’t suspect a thing at all. 

going viral on the Internet. They said that he went to the Southern Plains and fought twenty eight professional fighters skilled in martial arts.

know anything

replied inattentively.

disinterested attitude stopped Thea from asking

stood up and left the house. Outside, she attempted to dial the number of the mysterious Mr. Caden, a.k.a. the Black Dragon. “Sorry, the number you have called is unavailable.” The call was not able to get through.

morning, and Quincy had just arrived at her office. She answered Thea’s call.

“Yes, Thea?” 

at the early call, Quincy answered her best

really go to the Southern Plains? Did

of these rumors

have

I

way, have you seen James over the past two days? I tried calling him,

have the time to see him? That good-for-nothing should have forgotten all about me. I’m really busy at work lately. I’ve been working overtime until midnight every single day. When I reach home, I just collapse on the bed. I don’t have time

Quincy ended the call almost immediately.

called a taxi and headed to Majestic

to see

told her James was

back at the Callahans’ residence…

door. David was bleeding from the head. He collapsed on the floor and cried out in pain. A middle-aged obese man sat on the sofa. Wearing a black vest and a golden necklace, he smoked his cigar. “It’s the third day, David. Your interest is now 600 million. Add that to the original amount, and you owe me 1.4 billion. When am I getting my money back?” The middle-aged obese man had a nasty look. David groaned in pain on the floor. He begged repeatedly. “P-Please, Maximus. Have mercy on me. I don’t have money.”

“What?!”