Chapter 35 Merger
Luann Weaver went downstairs and walked to the pantry. As she continued pouring water, she dialed a familiar number. "Acquire the Jeff Group Group within a day."
The other side did not hesitate and agreed decisively, "Yes!"
Luann Weaver put her phone away, picked up the coffee cup that was ready, and a cold gleam flickered in her lowered eyes.
Those who dared to go against her would pay the price! That night, the news of the Jeff Group Group's acquisition spread through word of mouth.
Luann Weaver was having dinner at home and deliberately distanced herself when receiving the call. "Miss, someone has acquired the Jeff Group Group before us."
Luann Weaver paused for a moment and asked, "Who is it?"
"Can't find out, the other party's identity is very secretive."
Luann Weaver nodded thoughtfully, "I see."
She absentmindedly returned to her chair, and Myron Curtis's cold voice came from beside her. "Busy?"
Without waiting for Luann Weaver to answer, the old lady spoke first. "Ah, she has to work every day, unlike you, a lazy person."
Luann Weaver smiled lightly, feeling a hint of warmth in her heart. "There were some matters in the company, but they have been resolved."
Myron Curtis did not ask further. After dinner, they each went about their own business. One went for a walk in the backyard, and the other stayed in the study.
The phone vibrated on the desk, and Myron Curtis lightly tapped the mouse a few times before casually answering. "CEO, we have acquired the Jeff Group Group!"
"Hmm."
"By the way, CEO, regarding the previous acquisition discussion..., there are some projects overseas that need your personal attention. Please come over next month."
"Okay."
"Also, Miss Luann Weaver that you asked me to investigate has an extraordinary background. After we took action, there is another force trying to take over the Jeff Group, and they are only one hour slower than us."
A hint of interest flashed through Myron Curtis's pitch-black eyes. He had known that his little wife was not simple, but he didn't expect there to be so many terrifying traces behind her.
"Continue investigating."
"Yes!" The other person hesitated for a moment, and with courage, cautiously asked,
"President, I don't quite understand. the Jeff Group has no use to us, why do we want to take it over?"
Myron Curtis said coldly, enunciating each word, "He had ulterior motives."
Click click-
Myron Curtis hung up the phone.
Luann Weaver gently pushed the slightly ajar door open and poked her head in, "Did I disturb you?"
Myron Curtis shook his head and waved at her.
"Come over and sit."
Luann Weaver sat on the sofa three meters away from him, looking at his perfect face, and curiously asked, "Have you seen a doctor? Have you ever tried facial reconstruction surgery?"
With a smile in his eyes, Myron Curtis deliberately teased, "Madam, are you finding me ugly?"
Luann Weaver pursed her red lips, casually grabbed a pillow next to her, and held it in her arms, resting her chin on it.
"As long as you don't mind, it doesn't matter what others think."
"Okay, I understand."
Luann Weaver yawned lazily, going from sitting to leaning, from leaning to lying down, and eventually fell deeply asleep.
Little did she know, this night was bound to be restless.
When Wilber Gilbert found out about this, he was on the verge of a breakdown.
He had just transferred a huge sum of money to Mr. Jeff, and now his company was gone?
What about his money?
What about his materials!
Wilber Gilbert tried to contact Mr. Jeff, but found that his phone was not reachable.
"Luann Weaver! You disaster! You've ruined me this time!"
Wilber Gilbert grabbed the cup by the bed and smashed it on the floor.
...
When Myron Curtis finished his busy work, he noticed that Luann Weaver was already asleep on the sofa.
He walked over quietly, carried her bridal style, and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.
Then, he grabbed a jacket and put it on.
Soon, the sound of an engine started downstairs.
A sports car parked outside a villa.
In the living room, there were over a dozen people dressed in black.
When they saw Myron Curtis, they all saluted in unison.
In the midst of these people, a chubby, oily-faced Mr. Jeff was still asleep, completely unaware of his surroundings.
Myron Curtis, on the other hand, was not concerned. He lounged on the sofa, with his right leg casually draped over his left, hands crossed on his stomach, leaning back and half-closed eyes.
After a long wait, Mr. Jeff slowly woke up.
He shook his head vigorously, his vision blurry and confused as he looked around.
Where was he?
Wasn't he...
Wasn't he in the private room?
"Someone's awake," a voice said.
Mr. Jeff looked up at the sound. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but when he took a closer look, he was startled!
"Oh, my God!"
Myron Curtis opened his eyes upon hearing the exclamation, and his gaze felt like knives piercing through Mr. Jeff.
Mr. Jeff uncomfortably scooted a few inches back, his breathing quickened.
"Who are you people?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Don’t you dare lay a finger on me!"
"I'll give you one minute to release me!"
"Otherwise, I'll call the police and have you all arrested!"
Mr. Jeff looked around, and spotted his phone on the coffee table. He immediately scrambled to grab it.
Strangely, no one stopped him.
As he gripped the phone, Mr. Jeff gasped for breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of weakness.
He didn't expect the effects of the drug to be this strong!
Even now, he felt completely drained!
Just as Mr. Jeff was catching his breath after losing his cool, he heard an icy and toneless voice.
"Do you think they’d arrived faster, or that I’d acted faster?"
The intent to kill was palpable, clearly indicating that it was not an idle threat!
Mr. Jeff's body trembled, and fear was written all over his face!
"I truly don't know you. Why are you causing trouble for me?"
"Do you want money or something? I can give it to you!"
"One hundred thousand?"
"Two hundred thousand?"
Seeing no emotional response from Myron Curtis, Mr. Jeff raised the price even higher. "One million! One million to buy my life, is that enough?"
The person in black scoffed sarcastically.
"Do we, the Curtis family's young master, need your one million?"
A deafening buzz filled Mr. Jeff's ears, and his brain seemed to malfunction.
Who?
Who is this person?
the Curtis family's...
Young master?
The one infamous for his cruelty and countless murders...
Myron Curtis?!
Myron Curtis stood up calmly, looking down at him from a superior position. The coldness in his eyes spread, and his thin lips pressed together lightly, turning pale.
Though he didn't say a word, the overwhelming pressure from him made it difficult for Mr. Jeff to breathe.
"Mr...Mr. Curtis...between us, it seems like we have no grievances..." Mr. Jeff cautiously asked.
The man in black sneered.
"You had the audacity to target our Curtis Family's young mistress, Mr. Jeff. As for any grievances or not-"
Before the sentence was finished, Mr. Jeff couldn't help but interrupt, "Please spare me, Mr. Curtis! I didn't know she was the young mistress of the Curtis family! I really didn't know!"
With a cold stare, Myron Curtis silenced him.
"You will pay the price for your ignorance."
"Life, it seems, is no longer desired." Mr. Jeff stared at him with disbelief, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Miss... Miss Luann?"
A figure appeared in his mind.
His voice became sharp with astonishment.
"Are you referring to Luann Weaver?"
"She is your wife?"
How could this be possible!
“There must be a misunderstanding!”
"I... I didn't know she was your woman!"
“Master, please listen to my explanation...”
"I haven't laid a finger on Miss Luann, truly!"
How could that woman be Myron Curtis's wife!
The Weaver family had hidden all this from him?
If he had known about the relationship between Luann Weaver and Myron Curtis, he wouldn't have dared to do anything, even if a knife were put to his neck!
"Master, I was wrong, I truly was!"
Mr. Jeff dropped to his knees, banging his head on the ground, the fear of losing his life overshadowing any loss of dignity. Sweat beads started to form on his forehead.
He didn’t want to lose his life!
"I will do anything you want, please just spare my life!"
“The company is yours!”
"Money is yours!"
"Whatever you want, I will give it to you!"
"I promise, I will disappear far away! I will never appear before you again!"
