Chapter 130 Not Even Square Yet
"I've already paid you what was due! Yet, you haven't settled up with me. What's the hurry?" Ethan Wilson reminded with a cheeky grin.
Hannah's eyes lit up, finally grasping what Ethan Wilson was up to.
Harold's eyes bulged in disbelief, and he questioned, "Settle up? What are you talking about?"
"The slap across Camila's face was your wife's doing. Medical bills, plus emotional distress—it's not much. A mere twenty million will call it even!"
Ethan pointed to the clear handprint on Camila's cheek as if discussing a perfectly reasonable matter.
Shockingly, Ethan demanded twenty million—ten times what he compensated the other party!
Ever heard of biting off more than you can chew? This was even worse; it was pure greed!
"Have you lost your mind? For slapping this worthless girl, you expect us to pay twenty million? Even if I sold her, she wouldn't fetch two hundred thousand. You must be crazy for money!"
Before Harold could speak, his corpulent wife burst out in indignant protest, repeatedly calling Camila a derogatory term, darkening Ethan and Hannah's expressions.
Harold stood by, wordlessly endorsing his wife's remarks.
"So, you're refusing to pay up?" Ethan quizzed, narrowing his eyes, his tone turning cold.
"I'll throw you ten bucks. Now take it and go see a doctor about that waterlogged brain of yours!" The overweight woman dug out a ten-dollar bill and tossed it disdainfully at Ethan's feet, spitting afterward contemptuously.
"Young man, you might want to up your game if you're trying to save your honor. I've seen this trick a dozen times. But thinking you can take advantage of Harold? You've misjudged. Take the two hundred thousand as a costly lesson for yourself. Keep up this nonsense, and you won't like my response," Harold warned, his face expressionless.
"No one's leaving without settling the twenty million. Harold, it doesn't matter who you think you are, you're not getting away with this today! Just a friendly heads up, I'm not joking. If you doubt me, try me!" Ethan warned back, his face stern.
"Hmph, if I were to fall for your bluster, that would make me the fool, wouldn't it? I'll walk right out now, and I'd love to see what you think you can do about it!"
Upon hearing this, Harold burst into a hearty laugh, thinking Ethan Wilson was just all talk.
Harold turned around to leave the room.
But just as he reached the door, he felt a vice-like grip on the back of his neck, and before he could react, he was yanked backward by a colossal force. Harold's legs buckled beneath him, and his thud crashed onto the office floor.
Staggering, Harold looked at Ethan Wilson in disbelief and barked, "You dare lay your hands on me? Do you have any idea who I am? With one phone call, you won't live to see tomorrow's sun!"
He never expected Ethan Wilson, that greenhorn, to strike. When had Harold ever been pit against such humiliation by a nobody?
The response to Harold's bluster was a resounding slap from Ethan Wilson that sent Harold to the ground again.
"You lunatic, how dare you hit me?!" exclaimed a fuming woman who didn't anticipate Ethan's decisiveness to act – no hesitation, no second thoughts.
Dazed by the slap, Harold could only register the searing pain on his cheek after a moment, anger mixing with embarrassment. "You little schmuck! Just wait!"
Fuming, Harold whipped out his phone and dialed a number.
When he had arrived, his bodyguards had stayed outside the preschool; he hadn't brought them in with him.
He hadn't figured Ethan Wilson would be brave enough to make a move on him. Instantly, he summoned his entourage from outside.
All the while, Ethan Wilson coolly observed, making no move to stop Harold from calling in reinforcements.
After Harold hung up, Ethan Wilson casually warned, "Call anyone you want to bail you out, but I assure you, unless you cough up twenty million today, you won't be leaving through that door. Doubt me? Let's find out."
"Quit your damn bluffing! I'm going to teach you a lesson today! I've been keeping a profile too low lately. Do Novariaers need to remember Harold? I’ll break your legs today!"
Harold was livid, and spotting his six bodyguards rushing in, he roared at them, "Break this punk's legs! I'll take the heat for it, and there's a hundred thousand in it for each of you!"
These bodyguards were top-dollar hires from a security firm. Perhaps due to a guilty conscience from their usual dealings, they never dared to venture out without a convoy for protection.
The bodyguards' eyes lit up at the mention of a hundred grand apiece, and they lunged at Ethan Wilson without hesitation.
However, in the next instant, Ethan, with a swift kick, sent each of the six hulking guards out the door, stacking them in the corner like a row of dominoes, all without letting go of Camila in his arms.
"Ethan is amazing; Ethan is Superman!" Having witnessed everything, Camila clapped her tiny hands with sheer excitement and cheered.
This spectacle left Harold and the plump woman utterly dumbfounded.
Those six elite bodyguards, all ex-special forces operatives capable of taking on ten men each, had been effortlessly disposed of by Ethan as though they were mere children.
"How… how can you be so powerful?" Harold's gaze trembled as he struggled to comprehend what he'd just seen in Ethan.
"The last thing I want is to solve problems with my fists. But you didn't believe I was tougher than you, so I had to let you experience it firsthand. Of course, you can keep calling people; I've got all day to get into it with you," Ethan stated, his expression unchanged as if the confrontation was trivial.
Harold watched Ethan's confident demeanor and felt a wave of unease even stronger than before.
"Let it go, Ethan! A lesson taught is enough. Have him return the two million he owes you, and don't escalate things further," Hannah implored. She hadn't anticipated Ethan would take things this far, pushing them to the brink of a vendetta.
All this was over a petty dispute between their children, and the guilt weighed heavily on Hannah. Regardless of Ethan's strengths, he was still in a precarious position, and she didn't want her issues to burden him further.
"No way. The slap on Camila's face won't go unpunished; he must pay the twenty million! Besides, it's not compensation to you—it's for Camila," Ethan replied with profound conviction.
"Ethan Wilson… You're Ethan Wilson?" Upon hearing Hannah call out the name, Harold suddenly realized something and looked at Ethan with shock in his eyes.
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