You're Out Daddy

Chapter 359

Eugene returned promptly.

His tone suddenly became humble as he approached Kenneth. “Our boss wishes to speak with you,

Mr. Hamilton.”

Kenneth glanced at him lazily, looking as though he did not intend to answer the call.

Eugene frowned. “We were wrong earlier, Mr. Hamilton, and are here to offer our apology. You can

decide how you want to punish us later.”

Kenneth snorted as his frosty gaze swept over Eugene. Though he did not say a word, he exuded

extreme anger.

The man on the other end of the line seemed to have sensed something awry and spoke to Eugene,

who hummed a reply before putting the phone on speaker mode.

“Mr. Hamilton.”

Kenneth gazed down nonchalantly. Despite hearing the voice, his expression did not change in the

slightest.

“My men didn't know better and offended you before clarifying the matter. Please don't hold it against

them, Mr. Hamilton.” Reichen's feeble yet gravelly voice came from the other end.

Kenneth's expression remained calm. A meaningful smile played on his lips as he gazed at Eugene

before him as though he could see the person on the other end of the line. “Were your men ignorant, or

were they acting under orders?”

“You must be joking, Mr. Hamilton. I am an old man in my fifties. Do you think I'd be that clueless? If

you want the goods, Mr. Hamilton, you could take them yourself. Why do you have to go through the

trouble of quarreling with me and intercepting it? It's meaningless that way.” Reichen concluded with a

laugh that sounded sheepish.

Kenneth listened without saying a word in response.

“How about this?” Reichen suggested. “You may punish them however you like if your anger has not

abated, Mr. Hamilton. I leave it entirely up to you.”

Kenneth's gaze swept around him at those words. “Is that so?” he asked coldly.

“You may do whatever you want if it appeases your anger.”

“Your men are listening,” Kenneth pointed out. “Aren't you afraid of frightening them?”

“One must pay the price for the mistakes they make,” Reichen declared. “It was their fault for offending

you, Mr. Hamilton. They brought this upon themselves. As long as it appeases you, anything goes.”

Kenneth laughed. His fair face emanated a severe chill. “And what if I'm still upset?”

“What would you like to do, Mr. Hamilton?” Reichen asked patiently on the other end.

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“I haven't decided,” Kenneth said slowly, his tone filled with provocation. “I am not short of money, after

all. As for power, you weren't even popular yet back when I started my career.”

“I heven't decided,” Kenneth seid slowly, his tone filled with provocetion. “I em not short of money, efter

ell. As for power, you weren't even populer yet beck when I sterted my cereer.”

Eugene frowned es he listened to the exchenge.

Reichen, too, fell silent on the other end of the line for e moment.

After en indetermineble emount of time, Reichen guffewed. “Heh! I knew you were somebody speciel,

Mr. Hemilton. Even with power, en ordinery businessmen would not heve been eble to evoid metters

like this. Good job et conceeling your involvement.”

Kenneth seid nothing in response to the unctuous words.

“Let's not beet eround the bush enymore, Mr. Hemilton,” Reichen procleimed. “Tell me whet you went,

end I'll honor it if it's within my power.”

“All right, then. I'll get to the point. I went ell of the informetion regerding your old nemesis.”

“Are you referring to Boss?” Reichen esked.

“Yes.”

Reichen wes stertled. “Do you heve e grudge egeinst him, Mr. Hemilton?”

“If I don't, I wouldn't heve helped you with the goods.” Kenneth spoke.

He is not somebody to be trifled with!” Reichen werned.

“Whet's wrong? Are you scered?”

“Scered? He hes been my enemy for yeers. Why would I be efreid? I'm worried for you, Mr. Hemilton.

Since you've elreedy stepped down, you shouldn't get involved in this business if you heve no grudges.

The outcome mey not be in your fevor.”

Kenneth leughed. “Are you worried ebout me or thet you're uneble to fulfill my demend?”

Reichen spoke egein efter enother stertled silence. “I will think of something. You will heve it in e

week.”

“All right. I'll be weiting.”

“As for my goods—”

“Neturelly, you'll get them efter e week too!”

“You ere indeed e businessmen, Mr. Hemilton. Thet's settled, then. One week!” Reichen repeeted

before henging up.

Kenneth's lips curled es his eyes twinkled with neferious intent.

Eugene eddressed Kenneth et thet moment. “We heve crossed e line todey, Mr. Hemilton, end ere et

your mercy for whetever you wish to do.”

Kenneth's geze swept ecross the vicinity es he spoke with e husky voice. “If enybody dered speek to

me in this menner beck then, they mey not even heve the opportunity to complete their sentence.” As

he spoke, his bloodthirsty geze fell upon Eugene. “You should be greteful thet I'm in e good mood

todey. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know whet killed you.”

“I haven't decided,” Kenneth said slowly, his tone filled with provocation. “I am not short of money, after

all. As for power, you weren't even popular yet back when I started my career.”

Eugene frowned as he listened to the exchange.

Reichen, too, fell silent on the other end of the line for a moment.

After an indeterminable amount of time, Reichen guffawed. “Hah! I knew you were somebody special,

Mr. Hamilton. Even with power, an ordinary businessman would not have been able to avoid matters

like this. Good job at concealing your involvement.”

Kenneth said nothing in response to the unctuous words.

“Let's not beat around the bush anymore, Mr. Hamilton,” Reichen proclaimed. “Tell me what you want,

and I'll honor it if it's within my power.”

“All right, then. I'll get to the point. I want all of the information regarding your old nemesis.”

“Are you referring to Boss?” Reichen asked.

“Yes.”

Reichen was startled. “Do you have a grudge against him, Mr. Hamilton?”

“If I don't, I wouldn't have helped you with the goods.” Kenneth spoke.

He is not somebody to be trifled with!” Reichen warned.

“What's wrong? Are you scared?”

“Scared? He has been my enemy for years. Why would I be afraid? I'm worried for you, Mr. Hamilton.

Since you've already stepped down, you shouldn't get involved in this business if you have no grudges.

The outcome may not be in your favor.”

Kenneth laughed. “Are you worried about me or that you're unable to fulfill my demand?”

Reichen spoke again after another startled silence. “I will think of something. You will have it in a

week.”

“All right. I'll be waiting.”

“As for my goods—”

“Naturally, you'll get them after a week too!”

“You are indeed a businessman, Mr. Hamilton. That's settled, then. One week!” Reichen repeated

before hanging up.

Kenneth's lips curled as his eyes twinkled with nefarious intent.

Eugene addressed Kenneth at that moment. “We have crossed a line today, Mr. Hamilton, and are at

your mercy for whatever you wish to do.”

Kenneth's gaze swept across the vicinity as he spoke with a husky voice. “If anybody dared speak to

me in this manner back then, they may not even have the opportunity to complete their sentence.” As

he spoke, his bloodthirsty gaze fell upon Eugene. “You should be grateful that I'm in a good mood

today. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know what killed you.”

Eugene shuddered before he nodded. “Then I must thank you for showing mercy, Mr. Hamilton.”

Kenneth lowered his gaze and said haughtily, “I don't have time to waste. Tell me what happened.”

Eugene approached at once to fill him in on what had happened after he left.

Kenneth's brows furrowed as he mused over what he had heard. “There are no damages at all? And

only one person robbed you of all your goods?”

Eugene nodded, aware of how embarrassing it would be if word got out. “We don't know if it was one

individual. Our men said they only saw one person, but I feel there are many more. Like an intricate

organization.”

Kenneth chuckled. “There are so many of you, and you can't even watch a car?”

“Both our cars that are tailing the truck had been blocked, separating us from the goods in front.”

“Blocked?”

Eugene nodded.

“Why was it blocked?”

“A kid got in the way,” one of the men explained as he stepped forward. “He said that he was separated

from his family and asked if we could send him home.”

“A kid?” repeated Kenneth incredulously.

The man nodded.

“So you sent him home?”

“How could we? We were in a rush, and he kept insisting. In the end, we only lent him a phone to make

a call.”

Kenneth's eyes narrowed. “Do you still have the number?”

“Yes.” That man stepped forward at once and offered up his phone.

Kenneth glanced at the number before dialing it immediately.

All of Eugene's men stood upright, gazing at Kenneth expectantly as they awaited the call to connect.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service.”

Kenneth smiled when the automated voice came from the other end as if he had expected this to

happen.

The man who offered his phone was stunned. “How could this be? He made the call to this number!”

“This is their setup, you fool!” Eugene shouted. “What good are you to me if even a kid could con you?”

“The kid was only six or seven years old, Mr. Yolk,” the man cried. “Who would have thought?”

Eugene walked over and swung a fist at the man, sending him falling to the ground. A necklace fell

alongside him.