The Rich and Furious Son-in-law - Chapter 32

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Earlier on, Allan had colluded with Raymond. He went to Mears’ residence this morning to humiliate Ryan and tried to take Lumi away.

But somehow, Ryan had thwarted his scheme and turned around to mortify him. He went away holding grudges against Ryan. Now he finally found a chance to get even.

Ryan wanted to ask for money back from the subsidiary of his Moore Corporation? No way.

The appearance of Allan did not surprise Ryan at all. When he thought of the information in his hands, he could not help but chuckle. Allan’s presence played right into his hands.

“I don’t have a tail to wag, Mr. Moore. Do you have any? Do you mind showing it to everyone?” Ryan knew how to do it in insulting people.

Allan looked not too happy when he failed to humiliate Ryan. “You stupid thing, Ryan! I am not talking nonsense to you. Since you are willfully coming to look for trouble, I would be happy to oblige. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Guys, beat the daylights out of him. If he dies, it is on me.”

He shouted at Newlane Logistics’s security guards. “One thousand dollars for anyone who goes up to beat him!”

The salary of these security guards was only a few thousand dollars a month. So when Allan offered each of them $1,000, which was nearly one-third of their monthly pay, they were champing at the bit to do Allan’s bidding.

But these security guards were working for Duncan Shaw, after all. They all looked at Duncan for his nod. They were strictly trained and well-disciplined under Duncan, and would execute every order without fail. So they only obeyed Duncan’s instruction.

Ryan glanced at Duncan with the corner of his mouth curled up in a wicked smile. “You seem to manage your company well, Mr. Shaw. I think we can talk.”

While speaking, Ryan took two steps forward, came beside Duncan, and switched on his cell phone.

The two karate black belt bodyguards of Duncan cautiously stopped Ryan. Duncan was wary of him, too. “There is nothing to talk about between us, Mr. Fletcher.”

“I don’t think so. What about your son Nathan, eh? I guess things about him might concern you.” Duncan’s expression changed at the mention of his son’s name.

Duncan disregarded the two bodyguards and pushed them away as he walked forward. He grabbed Ryan’s arm and stared at the screen of Ryan’s cellphone. “What did you say, Mr. Fletcher? What do you know?”

Duncan only had a son late in life, and this was also his only child.

But sadly, two years ago, Nathan met with a car accident when he had just turned eighteen. He walked away from the accident unhurt except for becoming infertile permanently.

To put it simply, Nathan could no longer have children. Although he kept fooling around, he could never father a child again.

So the Shaw bloodline had ended.

His son’s car accident was strange. Duncan had been suspicious about it more than once that it could be sabotage against his family.

But he could not find the reason despite the effort he had put into the investigation.

It reminded Duncan of the pain when Ryan brought this issue up all of a sudden. If someone really secretly plotted against his family, he would never let that someone get away, even if he had to risk everything for it.

He glanced at Ryan, who stood at a distance with a smug look on his face. Ryan tapped open the video clip on the cell phone. The video was very clear. It was a recording of Allan and a few young men talking. Their voices were not loud, but Duncan could clearly hear what they said.

‘How dare Nathan, the idiot stole my woman? Hmph! I will call someone to kill him…’

The video clip was long, but Ryan stopped it halfway. He then tapped open a few photos that showed Allan talking to a driver and his money transfer records.

Pictures tell a thousand words. Ryan did not need to say much, as Duncan had finally put two and two together.

It turned out that Allan Moore of Moore Corporation was behind his son’s near-death accident and cutting off his family bloodline.

So it was the son of his paymaster whom he had always been deferent to?

“Darn it, that rascal! Everyone, chop him into pieces!” Duncan’s face turned livid as he yelled at his eager beaver security guards, but his finger was pointing at Ryan but Allan Moore.

Those security guards were stunned for a moment. “Mr. Shaw, are you sure you are pointing at the right person?”

Duncan kicked that security guard’s butt furiously. “Darn you, are you blind? Kill that scoundrel! It is him who cut off my family bloodline! Ten thousand dollars for each of you!”

Allan was standing not far away, waiting for the drama of the security guards beating up Ryan to unfold.

But the sudden turn of events caught him by surprise—Duncan had gone mad and ordered those men to kill him. When he heard Duncan’s last sentence, he finally knew that what happened back then had been exposed.

He could not believe that Ryan had found out what happened back then.

“Are you mad, Duncan? Don’t forget that I have invested in your company!” Allan said while he dashed toward the exit under his bodyguards’ cover.

Chasing after them were Newlane Logistics’ security guards. Each was trying to outdo the others to go after Allan. The few security guards caught up with Allan and smashed him with steel pipes. Before long, he was beaten to the floor.

Duncan saw his men not hitting that scoundrel hard enough, so he took the matters in his own hands. He kicked his two bodyguards away while he grabbed a steel pipe and was about to lunge out.

Ryan quickly stopped him with a smile. “How about the debt owed to Mears Corporation, Mr. Shaw?”

Duncan waved at the man with glasses behind him. “I will pay, sure thing. Jack, transfer twenty five million dollars to Mears Corporation. Treat any excess as interest.”

After a pause, he looked at Ryan. “I am a little busy here today, Mr. Fletcher. When I am done here, I will pay a courtesy visit to you.”

“Sure.” Ryan stood on the spot, watching on with a smile as Duncan wielded a steel pipe, joining his men to pursue Allan.

‘This is the fate of anyone trying to mess with me! Hmph!’

Patricia, who stood beside Ryan, could not make head or tail of what happened in front of her eyes. Did those security guards not want to beat Ryan up just now? Why did they turn around and want to kill Allan Moore?

What was really going on?