Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 667 Missing

“I’m afraid we can’t fulfill your request, Old Mr. Halliwell. Here’s the deposit you gave us. We’re returning it in full,” one of the three bodyguards stated as he slipped the bank card in his hand back to Reuben.

Reuben narrowed his eyes a fraction, but he remained smiling as he inquired, “Why? Do you find the deposit too little?”

“Of course not. This deposit is far more generous than that of other clients. But we really can’t take the job. The woman you’re asking for is acquainted with Mr. Clinton, and the heir of Clinton Corporations isn’t someone a small security firm like us can afford to offend,” the bodyguard explained.

“The heir of Clinton Corporations?” Reuben echoed thoughtfully.

“Old Mr. Halliwell, you’re from Saspiuburg, so you might not be so familiar with the business circles in Tayhaven. Everyone from Tayhaven knows that a single word from the Clintons has the power to shake the city. They’re exceedingly powerful and aren’t someone we can afford to offend. Please look for someone else. Insignificant people like us dare not go against them,” the bodyguard expounded.

In response, Reuben waved a dismissive hand.

Those three bodyguards promptly scampered away like mice.

“What a bunch of idiots! And they call themselves the best security firm? Their bodyguards are all utter cowards!” Dorothy, who had been silent so far, scoffed.

At that, Reuben threw her a look.

“Dearest, it seems we’ve got to reconsider things,” he murmured, sighing faintly.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Dorothy seldom bothered about the affairs of the outside world all these years, so she knew little about the Clintons.

“Clinton Corporations ranks first in Tayhaven in terms of annual profit. They have tens of thousands of employees, with thousands of them making tens of millions, five hundred of them making millions, and the rest making thousands in annual income. Their employees’ incomes are among the highest in the entire country, let alone Tayhaven. One can even say that the Clintons are even more powerful than the Hissons. Since that woman is actually under the Clintons’ protection, I’m afraid we can’t make a move against her easily, “Reuben explained briefly. Then, he again heaved a sigh morosely.

Dorothy plunged into silent contemplation for a moment.

She then demanded, “Don’t tell me we’re just going to leave with our tails tucked between our legs without avenging our grandson? How are we supposed to show our faces in public if we were to return bare-handed?”

Reuben said nothing.

“I’ll go and meet that so-called heir of Clinton Corporations tomorrow. I want to see whether he’s really that intimidating,” Dorothy sneered disdainfully with a snort.

In her opinion, the heir of Clinton Corporations was no different from other wealthy heirs, capable of nothing else other than eating, drinking, and having fun. Therefore, she didn’t believe that she wasn’t his match when she had seniority over him.

“Don’t be rash, Dearest. I’ll go and meet him tomorrow,” Reuben countered.

“Let’s go together.”

the two of them went to Clinton

receptionist stopped them

who you’re looking for? Do you have

one of the biggest companies in the city, so I’m interested in collaborating with your

the call. After hanging up the phone, she went over to them and uttered courteously, “This

trailed after her, taking

stepped out of the elevator, Linda was already

slightly, she queried, “Old Mr. and Mrs.

Reuben nodded in affirmation.

waiting for you both inside.” Linda respectfully led them to the office door before opening it and ushering them

are here, Mr.

his hand and waved

“Understood, Mr. Clinton.”

even thoughtfully closed the door

Subsequently, he extended a hand and greeted, “Nice to meet

man with striking looks and dignified manners. He has a formidable aura and an authoritative

you’re very capable despite your tender age and far more outstanding than I expected,” Reuben drawled

in expression, “Have a seat, Old Mr. and

their seats,

some coffee, Old Mr. and Mrs. Halliwell,” she

a cup of coffee before

Oscar instructed, “You may leave. Don’t allow

Linda bowed slightly

sat on the couch opposite them with his legs crossed,

you’ll find it suited to your tastes.” He was in no

took a sip of coffee. He nodded and commented, “Not bad. It’s fragrant and rich, with a hint of sweetness amidst the bitterness. This is probably top-quality Black Ivory

Mr. Halliwell. You could tell the type of coffee with

today to shoot the breeze with you.

referring to Tiffany, Old Mr. Halliwell? She’s my wife’s best friend and also my god-sister. I’ve known her for eight years. I reckon you’re here because of your grandson’s matter, right? He almost violated her. If it weren’t for Mrs. Hisson pleading for mercy on his behalf, I would’ve sent him right to the police station. No one has ever managed to remain unscathed after making a move against someone under the protection of the Clintons. You should be glad that he’s your grandson, Old Mr. Halliwell. Otherwise, he’d be six feet under now,” Oscar stated indifferently. It was as though he was speaking

her top when Reuben grasped her hand and signaled her not to act recklessly. After all, it wasn’t the Halliwell

be able to

your god-sister. Don’t you think you were taking things too far to castrate him? He can’t have intercourse with women anymore, so my wife and

answering, he asked, “So, he’s

of rage glinted in Reuben’s eyes at how a snot-nosed kid actually