Chapter 96 Mr. Young
In the assistant office of the general manager at The VitaPharm Company in Stardust City, a young man with neatly parted hair, smooth skin, and handsome features was carefully revising a report on the reorganization of the pharmaceutical production line.
A knock on the door interrupted him. The young man looked up and called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and a dignified-looking female secretary smiled and reminded him, "Mr. Young, the president and the manager are back. They are in the small conference room on the top floor."
"They're back." The young man was momentarily stunned, then quickly stood up and said, "Quickly, help me print the report. I'll go change my clothes."
"Okay." The secretary nodded.
The young man hurriedly pushed back his chair and ran into the inner break room to change his clothes.
He was the third son of The VitaPharm Company, named Tyler Young, 24 years old, recently graduated from a prestigious university in District 7, and currently working as the assistant to the general manager in the family company. The VitaPharm Company was Terry's biggest connection in Stardust City.
About twenty minutes later, Tyler had changed from his expensive white suit into the company's standard work attire and tied a more serious-looking tie. He then asked the secretary, "How do I look?"
"Pretty good." The secretary covered her mouth and laughed. "But it looks too low-key, not like your style."
"My dad likes this style." Tyler grinned. picked up the printed report from the desk, and said, "Book a good restaurant. I might take him there later."
"Got it." The secretary nodded again.
After giving his instructions, Tyler took the report and walked out of the office with large strides.
In the small conference room on the top floor.
A middle-aged man with a wealthy appearance sat on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, and then waved to the dozen or so executives, saying, "Call Brandon in. You all can leave now. We'll meet tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr. Young."
Everyone bowed and nodded in unison, took their prepared reports and documents, and quickly turned to leave.
About five minutes later, a foreigner in a leather jacket had just sat down when Tyler pushed the door open and walked in, cheerfully greeting, "Dad, Dylan, Mr. Hernandez."
Christopher Young glanced at his third son and nodded slightly, asking, "Are you still at the company?"
Tyler nodded and smiled obsequiously. "There's a lot going on lately, so I'm working overtime."
Christopher clasped his hands and teased lightly, "You must have heard I was coming back and decided to work overtime."
"Dad, can you not expose me?" Tyler scratched his head shyly.
"Do you have something to discuss?" Dylan Young, the second son, asked softly from the left side.
"Yes, I do." Tyler handed the report to Christopher and sat on the sofa, saying, "I've been visiting the workshop frequently and noticed that our company's equipment is outdated, leading to high labor costs, so..."
Christopher picked up the report, glanced at the cover title, and replied, "Equipment replacement, I've considered it. Okay, I'll take a look later."
"Dad, I've worked on this equipment report for a long time, did some research, and even contacted a few equipment suppliers..." Tyler began to explain further.
Christopher put down the report and looked at the foreigner, asking, "Brandon, has Lucas mentioned the equipment replacement for the second plant to you?"
"He did, and his report was perfect," Brandon gave a thumbs up and said, "It's like it was made by God."
Tyler was stunned.
Christopher smiled and pointed at his third son, saying, "You and Lucas had the same idea. Okay, leave the report here, and I'll look at it later."
Tyler's face turned red as he nodded.
"You can leave now. We have some things to discuss," Christopher said softly.
Tyler slowly stood up and smiled. "Dad, how about dinner together tonight?"
Christopher pondered for a moment, looked at his watch, and said, "No need. The three of us will go for a bath and grab a bite."
"Alright." Tyler still smiled. "You guys go ahead."
"Okay." Christopher nodded and turned to Dylan, "Continue with your thoughts on the new drug..."
Tyler glanced at the three of them, turned, and left. The smile on his face had turned into a sinister expression.
At the door, the secretary, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Tyler come out and immediately asked with a smile, "Did you hand in the report? Was the boss pleased?"
Tyler suddenly turned his head, his eyes red, and asked, "Is that your concern?"
The secretary immediately shut her mouth.
Two hours later.
In a high-end apartment building in Stardust City, Tyler took a syringe filled with a neuro pharmaceutical produced by his company and injected it into his arm.
Tyler closed his eyes, his arm trembling as he inhaled deeply.
Seconds later, he collapsed onto the sofa, convulsing.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the door opening was heard. A young, beautiful woman walked in with a bunch of things in her hands and said, "Honey, I'm so sorry. I was just taking my mom back to the hospital."
Tyler, with a vacant look in his eyes, suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay, come here."
The woman immediately put down her things, changed into slippers, and ran over, grabbing Tyler's arm and asking, "Did you eat, honey?"
Tyler wrapped his arm around the woman's neck and suddenly asked, "I was taking a bath earlier and saw a disposable razor for men in the trash can. Whose is it?"
The woman was stunned. "It's my dad's. He and my mom stayed here last night."
"I called you last night, why didn't you answer?" Tyler gently pinched the woman's neck and asked, "Are you lying to me?"
"No."
"Bitch, you made me wait for an hour and a half? But you brought someone home!"
"My mom needed to see a doctor, so they came. They really stayed here last night."
Tyler, with his left hand pinching the woman's neck, raised his right arm and punched her in the face. "You made me wait. Who do you think you are to make me wait?"
The woman, with blood streaming from her nose, screamed and pushed Tyler. "Are you crazy? They really came last night. My phone had run out of battery. If you don't believe me, call my dad."
"Did you push me and talk back? You don't know your place, do you?"
Tyler, like a madman, vented all his frustrations on the woman, swinging his fists like a beast.
The woman initially resisted, but after several blows to the head, she was dazed and could only instinctively protect herself, letting the punches rain down.
Tyler beat her for a full seven or eight minutes before he felt exhausted, breathing heavily and sitting on the floor, covered in blood.
The woman's face was swollen like a pig's head. After a long time, she cried and said, "It was really my parents. If you don't believe me, call them."
Tyler staggered to his feet, his anger slightly abated. "There's money in the nightstand. Take it and get out."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm done with you. Someone else will live here tomorrow." Tyler picked up a pink coat and left.
Downstairs.
Tyler had just gotten into his car when his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Young, this is Chris from Pine City."
"What's up?" Tyler took out a cigarette and responded indifferently.
"An important person has escaped from Pine City and might be heading to Stardust City," Chris responded politely, "Mr. Patrick wants me to come over and ask for your help."
"Call me when you get here," Tyler replied and hung up.
Pine City.
Chris sat in the car, frowned, and asked his subordinate in the passenger seat, "Are you sure Todd went to Stardust City?"
"Not entirely sure," The subordinate responded cautiously, "I asked some of Todd's acquaintances, and they said he has a good friend in Stardust City. He definitely can't stay in Pine City, so he's likely headed to Stardust City."
Chris pondered for a moment and said, "Keep asking around. We'll head to Stardust City first."
"Okay." The subordinate nodded.
L
ate at night, around 10 PM, Alexander, Andrew, and Matthew walked out of the Stardust City station.
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