God Of War Returns as a Daddy novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Crisis Stroke and Phyllis Went Missing

"Uh! Uh..."

The hand of the middle-aged man was like a pair of iron tongs, and it was fastened around Mr. France's neck. With a slight force, Mr. France suddenly lost the ability to speak. His throat ached as if it were about to be cut.

In an instant, the veins in his neck swelled, and his frightened face turned the color of liver.

"How are you feeling?"

The middle-aged man asked, "Do you remember anything now?"

With these words, the middle-aged man's arm slightly raised, and then, an incredible scene appeared. He grabbed Mr. France by the neck and picked him up with one hand.

After all, Mr. France weighed more than 150 pounds.

"…"

Mr. France's toe was off the ground, his whole weight hanging around his neck. His neck was literally being strangled, and he had difficulty breathing, and he felt like he was suffocating. His nostrils fluttered wildly, as if he smelled death.

Too fierce!

This middle-aged man was even more ruthless and determined than Sean, and when he stroke, he wanted to kill people!

Mr. France struggled desperately, but to no avail.

"Okay! I'll tell you."

He reached out and grabbed the wrist of the middle-aged man and pulled hard. It took all his strength to get a chance to breathe. How dared he not give in?

At once he gave in and begged for mercy!

Before, Luke Young was a bigger threat than half a million. Now, on the contrary, this middle-aged man was more frightening than Luke Young's threat.

Mr. France could only choose between information and life!

Any fool would know what to do!

"Did you catch on so quickly? You remember?"

The middle-aged man dropped Mr. France on the swivel chair behind his desk and shook his head, saying, "That's disappointing. I thought you were tough, and I wanted to play with you a little longer."

"Coughing…"

Mr. France was slumped in his swivel chair like a puddle of mud. He held his neck and coughed violently for a long time. His breathing gradually calmed down and his face improved a little.

"Go ahead."

The middle-aged man said impatiently, "Don't test my patience, or you'll never speak again in your life."

How dared Mr. France hesitate?

He said immediately, "It's a card! The Supreme Black Card from Universal Bank…"

In the next ten minutes, Mr. France told him exactly what had happened. From when Marcia walked into the bank to when Sean ordered him to resign.

He dared not hide anything!

God only knew what the middle-aged man in front of him knew. If Mr. France told half and kept half, and the part he concealed was exactly the one that the middle-aged man already knew, then he would have no way to live, and indeed he would die.

"Sean! Universal Bank! The supreme black card!"

The middle-aged man remembered these key names. His pupils were constricted and he was moved.

Then he turned and walked away.

"Wait a minute!"

Mr. France shouted, "The card, the card..."

"What card?"

The middle-aged man kept walking.

"The bank card in your hand."

Mr. France said anxiously, "You promised me half a million dollars if I answered your questions."

"You're right. That was just now."

The middle-aged man said without looking back, "I just offered you the opportunity, the opportunity to make money, and unfortunately, you chose to turn it down. And now, you answered my questions to save your life."