All the expensive ornamental fish have been slaughtered...
“Everyone, you can have the fish here. My treat,” stated Donald.
However, Adrian spoke up. “Hey, why are you still here? Shouldn't you scram by now?”
Confused, Donald rebuked, “I haven't even tasted any of the fish. Why should I leave?”
“Get lost! You're not welcome here!
Don't expect me to think highly of you after putting on an act just now.
You're still unworthy of sitting here!” Adrian remarked with a frown.
Mason also called out, “That’s right! Get the heck out of here! Who do you think you are, anyway?”
“What should I do to be considered worthy, then?” Donald's expression grew cold once again.
Adrian said sarcastically and in annoyance, “I call the shots in the Stern family! As the manager of Yund Group in charge of more than a dozen of toll stations, not only in Pollerton, but I have authority in Xendale and Tayhaven as well. What gives you, an immature snot-nosed brat, the right to speak to me?”
Suddenly, Donald snickered. “In that case, does that mean you have a say in Pollerton’s traffic regulations?”
“That's right! I’ll let whoever I want in, and I'll keep whoever I want out from Pollerton!” Adrian spoke confidently.
Truth be told, Adrian was truly capable of doing so.
Lowering his head, Donald fiddled his arm as he approached Adrian, uttering in a low voice, “Hmm. So when Bryan set up roadblocks all around Pollerton that time, refusing to let foreign machinery and equipment into the city, that was also your doing?”
Since this was not a secret anymore, Adrian replied without hesitation, “Yes!”
As he spoke, Adrian looked at Donald, noticing the latter's cold, unrelenting eyes.
“Very well, that's the exact reason I'm here for!” As Donald gazed at Adrian, his eyes were blazing with wrath— sharp and piercing.
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