Life Makeover: Minted Edition novel Chapter 2

Helena's expression changed as she thought, "Never mind that that fellow tried to be pretentious here. Now, even his old man is this full of himself?" She yelled at once, "What are you doing? Who allowed you to piss all over here?"

Robert also hurried over to stop his father. "Dad, I know I was wrong. Dad!"

Zachary bit the cigarette and shouted, "Zidane, smash everything!"

Zidane looked ferocious and was clearly not someone to be trifled with. After hearing Zachary say that, he casually grabbed a chair and flung it in the air.

As a series of clatters resonated, all the expensive ornaments and glass tables and chairs were smashed into pieces.

The magnificent hotel lobby became a scene of chaos in a blink of an eye.

Standing aside, Robert was wholly dumbfounded.

"Stop! You guys, stop it!" After returning to her senses, Helena looked at the scene and yelled, "Security! Security, come here quick!"

The hotel's security guards immediately surrounded the trio.

"Stop me? Who in the world dares to stop me?" The ferocious-looking Zidane was six feet three inches tall. With a scar on his face and eyes like a wild beast, his menacing appearance terrified people with just one glance.

The security guards came over, but no one dared to get close upon seeing Zidane's fearsome countenance.

A few minutes later, Zachary casually threw away the only leg of a chair left in his hand and sat on the messy floor, panting. It was utter chaos around him.

Zidane also threw away the object in his hand and stood behind Zachary, scanning the surroundings.

"Phew. It's been a long time since I've felt so good." Zachary wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Insane! You're all insane! The young insane one called over two old insane ones! You all like smashing things so much, huh? I'll see how you all can walk out of Grand Triumphant Hotel after causing such havoc here! All these things here will definitely bankrupt you!" screamed Helena.

Zachary waved a hand indifferently. "Hey, no matter how much we have to pay, we will be compensating the hotel. What does it have to do with you? What are you yelling here for? Go and get your superior here."

"Our superior? Do you think you deserve to meet him?" Helena pointed at Zachary. "You're all a bunch of deplorable people! Deplorable! All of you can forget about running away! Call the cops! Call the cops now!"

Screech!

A Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen, worth nearly 300 thousand dollars, hastily pulled over at the hotel entrance. As the car door opened, a middle-aged man got out of the vehicle.

Noticing the car, Helena was overjoyed because her superior had arrived!

Adam Brown looked gloomy as he hastened into the hotel.

Helena mentally sneered, "Aren't you guys fearless? You love to smash things, huh? Now, Mr. Brown is here. Let's see how fearless you guys can be! With Mr. Brown's abilities, you guys can spend the rest of your lives in prison! How dare you deplorable people look down on the social standing of our superior?"

Adam strode toward the lobby, and Helena quickly stepped forward as if she was claiming credit. She said reverentially, "Mr. Brown, those people are the troublemakers! Let's just call the cops!"

Adam did not even spare Helena a glance. He looked at Zachary and strode over, his expression immensely grim.

Zachary re-lit a cigarette and took a puff. Looking at the gloomy Adam before him, he chuckled lightly. "Seems like your management ability is just so-so, after all. I understand my son's temperament. Anyone who can make him smash things violently must have crossed the line."

Adam's knees practically grew weak, and he lowered his head before Zachary, saying deferentially, "I'm sorry, Boss."

"Boss?" pondered everyone.

Adam's words had stunned Helena and Robert simultaneously, including those security guards. Only Zidane remained impassive and stood behind Zachary with a solemn expression.

"This person is Mr. Brown's boss?" thought Helena in terror.

Helena turned as white as a sheet in an instant. Since Adam had said so, there surely wouldn't be a mistake.

Zachary looked up at Helena and questioned, "I'm smashing the things in my own hotel. What are you calling the cops here for? I'm asking you; can't I smash my own properties, hum? Can't I?"

Terrified, Helena couldn't even say a word. The phone in her hand fell to the floor with a thud.

Zachary's question had landed a direct blow on her. Of course, she wouldn't dare say that he couldn't smash his own properties!