“Indeed, it was me. What's the problem?”
Seeing Donald admit so readily, Valerie, on the contrary, dared not act rashly anymore.
She gave him a once-over, noticing that the young man was not only fair and clean but also looked rather innocuous. Moreover, his attire was quite proper, making it apparent at a glance that he was not a construction site worker.
In a deep voice, she questioned, “Fella, you're not from our construction site, are you? Do you have any idea who my brother-in-law is? Are you tired of living? Trust you to be stirring up trouble on our construction site.”
“I know your brother-in-law is Wilbur Jackle.”
“How dare you still be so arrogant, then?”
Picking up the metal ladle from the ground, Donald stirred the pickled pigs' feet. “Initially, I planned to inspect the construction site and then go have a heart-to-heart with your brother-in-law. But after seeing the meals you guys provide for the workers here, I truly can't stand it anymore.”
He went on, “I'll wrap up the inspection for today. You there, give your brother-in-law a call and tell him to get his ass here to see me.”
Brazen! How brazen!
This fellow's actually demanding Wilbur to get his ass here while on Wilbur's turf.
Does he think he's the king of the world?
Just as Valerie was about to intimidate Donald, he abruptly slammed the metal ladle onto the fingers of that man at the side.
Crack!
The crisp sound of a finger bone breaking sent chills down everyone's spines.
Now, the middle-aged man whose face was scalded didn't even know which area to tend to first for the pain.
His howl shattered Valerie's last shred of illusion.
She understood now that the man standing before her was not someone who could be easily scared off with a few words.
Looks like I really have to ask Wilbur to come and handle this.
While Valerie moved aside to make the call, Donald showed no intentions of letting this middle-aged man off the hook.
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