Surely there was no way that Frank was here to celebrate Carlo Group taking over Zamri Hospital, was there? Hence, the private room quickly turned awkwardly silent.

Bang!

Eventually, Carlo slammed his fist on the table, breaking the silence and causing all the tableware to shake. "What the hell is this, Fredo?!" he bellowed.

Seeing his father's murderous glare, Fredo looked like he could cry. "Dad... L-Let's just go back to the midlands!"

"What?!"

Carlo almost blew a fuse at his son's groveling and pointed at him as he huffed, "You piece of shit! I dare you to say it again!"

"Dad, I just want to survive! Let's just leave already!"

his father's furious glare. "M-Mr. Lawrence... He's beyond us... H-He..." However, Fredo was stuttering so badly that he just could

"You piece of shit!"

again, and looked around before picking up an ashtray, flinging it at his

was hoping that his son would announce in front of everyone around the table that they had successfully

brat said when he came in was to beg him to flee and

Carlo was certainly humiliated!

things were turning

of Zamri here to welcome Carlo and to make at toclear that

as everyone watched,

that if not a slap to Geon's

of the air, smiling as he walked over

Carlo or Geon's murderous glares, he sat down on the chair which the waiter brought for Fredo

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