"Young Master, I really can't do this."
"Then you have to work hard on your own. I only care about the outcome, but I don't care how you do it."
"Young master!"He let out a desperate shout.
"See off guests."
Cyril swung his club and watched the ball entered the hole as expected. In this world, there was nothing he could not do, nor was there anyone he could not control. No one could disobey him.
Among all the people he met, only Thera dared not listen to him. Alfred knelt at the feet of Cyril, constantly pleading and even kowtowing, his face already pale with fear. He was trembling all over, unable to speak coherently, as if about to faint. Cyril lazily glanced at him and gestured to two attendants to pick him up and lift him out of the golf course.
Alfred lived in a white villa.
Both the house and courtyard had a pastoral style, and when viewed from the outside, they formed a sharp contrast with this modern city, appearing so leisurely and comfortable. The courtyard was surrounded by low white wooden fences, with exquisite carved iron doors on the front.
The yard was filled with flowers, plants, and trees, and the remaining area was covered with neatly trimmed grass. There were about ten servants serving the family. Alfred owned three chain hotels, two supermarkets, six properties, and ten shops. Compared to ordinary people, this family were also considered wealthy.
Alfred had lived for most of his life, always confident, brave, and eloquent. This was the first time he had almost fainted from fear of a big shot. After returning home, he was completely lost, as if he had transformed from a healthy middle-aged man into a dying old man in a day, with both his mind and body on the brink of collapse. "Master, what the hell is going on? The newspaper says there was an earthquake at night, is it true?"
The servant brought in a few cups of tea and asked inexplicably, "The entire city of B is so big, can't the earthquake only shake our hotel?"
Alfred didn't look at her, just waved his hand and sighed. "Besides, in the newspaper photos, the ruins don't look like it were after an earthquake, Master."
Alfred choked up and said, "Don't ask again. Go and notify everyone to prohibit the servants from spreading rumors about this matter again."
"Yes."
"Wait, maybe soon I won't have enough money to hire servants. You must be prepared in advance." "Master? "The servant was very surprised. "What exactly happened?" Alfred strolled to the window and looked out at the scenery, saying, "I will soon destroy our family's business."
Even though he had been bullied to this extent by Cyril, he dared not even say his name. Everyone knew that the whereabouts of Cyril were a mystery, and he did't like to be exposed to the public.
The police station and government leaders were silent about this incident, and soon all major newspapers and magazines changed their statements to say it was caused by an earthquake.
If anyone offended him, not only would their career be severely affected, but even the entire family of this unlucky person would be implicated.
Just as Alfred was in despair, that night, Cyril's attendant called to inform him that Young Master had heard that he owned the best natural hot spring pool in B city. He liked to take hot springs bath the most and planed to come over tomorrow as a guest.
"That's great, I'm very welcome! "Alfred responded repeatedly." Could you please tell Young Master that I will treat him warmly? I just hope that Young Master could come tomorrow. Our family is waiting for all of you sincerely.
Hanging up the phone, Alfred felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He couldn't understand what Cyril was planning to do.
Reasonably, no matter how good hot springs were in the world, he could go there at any time. How could he care about such ordinary hot springs?
However, Alfred could no longer care about so much. As long as Cyril was willing to see him, there was still a chance to change his mind.