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!"

sobbed so loudly everyone in the room could hear him, even as he dropped to his knees in front of the table despite his father's furious glare. "M-Mr. Lawrence... He's beyond us...

"You piece of shit!"

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

would announce in front of everyone around the table that

in was to beg him

Carlo was certainly humiliated!

Carlo just then, seeing how things were turning out contrary

invited various rich and important figures of Zamri here to welcome

now, Carlo's own son came running as everyone watched, begging his father to flee

that if not

out of the air, smiling as he walked over to

murderous glares, he sat down on the chair which the waiter brought for Fredo and returned the ashtray

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