CHAPTER 458 HERE COMES ALAN!

The air fell into dead silence. Both Ruben and Jemima were standing outside the room while wearing a

stunned expression. They were totally horrified.

So were Irene and Caroline. They almost screamed out with both hands covering on their mouths.

At the very beginning they saw Caleb walking downstairs, they felt like being overwhelmed with bad

feelings.

However, the fact had gone far beyond expectation—Caleb seemed so horrified when he saw Leo.

Then he actually smashed Nadia’s head with a bottle.

The blood streamed down her face all over. She looked horrible under the weird pink light around the

room.

She couldn’t help touching the back of her head. Then she saw her own hand stained with blood.

“Ahhh!” she screamed and flopped onto the ground.

But Caleb approached to grab her hair and slap her hard.

“You bitch! How dare you offend Mr. Cohen!”

“Fire you? I won’t even hesitate to put a bullet into your head if Mr. Cohen wants to.”

“Do you know who he is? He is the man deserving my greatest respect!”

While speaking, Caleb kept on smacking her again and again as hard as he could.

“Enough!” Leo huffed to stop him, “Stop before you kill her.”

Caleb then stopped and kicked her to the corner. He then straightened up his shirt and walked over to

Leo with great respect, “Mr. Cohen, she’s at your disposal.”

“I don’t care even if you want to kill her.”

His threatening words echoed in the room. Hearing that, Nadia couldn’t help shivering.

She looked like bathing in blood, totally disheveled.

She crawled over to Leo, begging for mercy, “Mr. Cohen, I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have said that to

you! I sincerely apologize for my snobbishness.”

“Please, don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die…Please, please forgive me…”

Leo waved his hand, “Just get her fired. Death is too severe to be deemed as a punishment.”

“Did you hear that? Say thanks to Mr. Cohen, bitch!” Caleb kicked her again.

“Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Cohen!” she kneeled on the ground with her head down. Then she crawled

out of the room.

Both Ruben and Jemima felt like being shocked by a bolt from the blue when seeing what happened

just now.

As far as they knew, Caleb was known to be one of the immediate among the Grants. But he actually

paid Leo such incredible respect.

At the thought of that, great worry soon overwhelmed their hearts.

As soon as they recalled the contemptuous look they threw upon Leo just now, they couldn’t help

shivering all over.

“Mr. Cohen, why don’t you tell me about your arrival in Hopkins? You know how much I would like to

give you a ride to show you around my place.” Caleb felt like sweating.

“If I had noticed you beforehand, perhaps you would have missed such a great show.”

Leo started to look around the restaurant while murmuring, “Only available for couple. No cancel for

reserved room. No pack up for leftover. Whoever tries to save food would be humiliated…These are

the rules here, right? What a great job!”

Caleb soon noticed the disgust hidden in his words. He hurried to bow low, “Sorry, Mr. Cohen, I will

have it fixed right now!”

“Get out!” Leo shouted.

Not until then did Caleb flee away as fast as he could.

Only then did he realize that it seemed more difficult than he had ever expected if the Grants simply

pretended to yield to Leo.

After getting the bonus from Leo, the Grants had to expect a more capricious temper of his from now

on.

Seeing Caleb fleeing away, both Ruben and Jemima were about to sneak out of the room in silence.

However, Leo’s mocking voice sounded at this moment. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Hey, what’s the hurry for? Just stay till we meet the president of J Group.”

His voice soon froze them both on spot, who were pushed to the edge of breakdown.

They felt like drenched in sweat.

“Well, it seems like a misunderstanding…Why don’t we let it go…”

“Oh, misunderstanding?” Leo then added, “So…who are you referring to when you said bumpkin, liar

and loser…”

“Well, I was just making myself a joke…”

Ruben hurried to nod in sweat.

As they just breathed out a sigh of relief, a series of footsteps sounded from the outside.

Then a middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of tough bodyguards, rushed over with his face

sweating.

He hurried to keep his head down as soon as he saw Leo.

“Mr. Cohen, I am sorry for being late!”

“Who the hell are you? Do you know who you are talking to?”

Before Leo could utter, Ruben shouted first.

Now his attitude had been turned upside down. As he could see how much respect Caleb had ever

paid him, he made up his mind to show his stance.

But Alan then responded with a smack on his face. He shouted with rage, “I am the president of J

Group, Alan Watts!”

“Bullshit!” when he was about to fight back the smack with a roar, he suddenly noticed Jemima slump

onto the ground, horrified.

“It’s…it’s you…”

Leo had been to the Watts Residence for twice—He raided them at the first time while he came again

for the car crash happening to Alan for the second time, during which he made the rest of the Watts

kneel in front of Alan to apologize by force.

As Jemima wasn’t one of the immediate among the Watts, she happened to miss the disasters for

twice.

But of course, she had ever seen the picture of Alan though not in person.

So she was totally horrified as soon as she recognized Alan.

“Jemima, what happened?” Ruben asked, confused.

“He…he is the president of J Group!” horror surged up in her heart while her voice started to tremble.

“What? He’s the president?” Ruben was dumfounded.

“He’s the president of J Group, the son once deserted by the head of our family, to whom all the

immediate of us had once kneeled to apologize!”

While speaking, Jemima kept on flinching back, falling into panic

Meanwhile, Ruben flopped onto the ground as well.

“Mr…Mr. Watts…what brought you here…” he was overwhelmed with horror.

“Were you cursing me through the phone just now?” Alan fixed his eyes on Ruben, in which there

shown bloodthirst.

“It was just a misunderstanding…” Ruben was greatly ruing what he had done, “I mean if I had known

that you were actually the president, I would have never been so rude to you…”

“Do you mean there could be a fake president…” the hostility in Alan’s eyes was getting stronger.

“No! I didn’t mean that!” Ruben almost cried out.

But Alan simply ignored him and then walked over to Leo to hand over a file reverently.

“Mr. Cohen, this is the paper of proposal for our financial support for the branch of Atlas. Mr. Cohen and

Miss Garcia, please take a look.”

Hearing that, both Ruben and Jemima felt like being shocked while staring at Irene.

She was the VP of Atlas? For real?