Chapter 89 A Blow to the Ego
The concern etched on Fiorello's face for David's injuries led George to believe in the depth of their bond. In a fit of anger, George blurted out, "My son has stitches in his head, a severed pinky, and two broken ribs. Whoever dared to harm him will not escape my wrath."Fiorello responded in a measured tone, his voice betraying no emotion. "The injuries are indeed severe," he admitted. "Mr. Quixote, do you have any idea who might have attacked him? Or the reason behind the assault?""We're still in the dark about the identity of the attacker. All we know is that it involves an assistant to a designer at Visionary Futures Group's jewelry company, a woman named Maggie," George confessed."Mr. Flores," George continued, "I don't hold Visionary Futures Group responsible. It's likely an issue with one of your subordinates, someone you may not even be aware of."Fiorello surprised him by admitting, "I am aware."George was taken aback. "Mr. Flores, do you know this Maggie? I understand she's merely an assistant to a designer."How could the president of Visionary Futures Group know an insignificant assistant from a subsidiary company?"I do know her," Fiorello confirmed, returning to the previous question. "Mr. Quixote, do you know why he was attacked?"George struggled to decipher Fiorello's intentions, answering honestly, "I was told it was due to a disagreement between my son and Maggie."Fiorello scoffed, "A mere disagreement?"To describe it as a disagreement when David had sexually harassed his wife seemed a gross understatement."Yes," George confirmed, "David is still unconscious. I heard about the incident from Lily, Mr. Cook's daughter from Glory Entertainment Company. Regardless, David is now severely injured and hospitalized. The person responsible will pay tenfold."Fiorello smirked, "And how do you propose they pay tenfold?""My son lost a finger, so I demand both hands in return. I want to break two of their ribs and ensure they spend their entire life behind bars without parole," George declared."Mr. Quixote, you're as ruthless and decisive as the rumors suggest," Fiorello taunted.George detected the derision in Fiorello's tone.He couldn't quite grasp Fiorello's intentions, but with the Quixote Group in crisis and Fiorello within reach, he was determined to seize the opportunity to negotiate a partnership."Mr. Flores, I sincerely appreciate your concern for my son's injuries," George began, attempting to steer the conversation toward business. "I wonder if you've considered the investment proposal I mentioned earlier. The new energy technology is the future. I genuinely hope we can collaborate with Visionary Futures Group and profit together."Fiorello's expression turned icy. "Mr. Quixote, you seem to have a lot on your plate. I'm impressed that you still have the energy to explore the new energy market."George felt a pang of guilt. The Quixote Group was on the brink of collapse, and he was barely keeping his head above water.The so-called investment in the new energy market was a smokescreen. George's true aim was to secure the investment to settle the company's debts.George smiled politely, "Mr. Flores, I'm curious about the source of these rumors. However, if you miss out on the new energy market, it would be a great loss..."Fiorello swiveled his computer screen towards George, revealing the plummeting stocks of the Quixote Group. George was taken aback.Fiorello remained stoic, "Mr. Quixote, you've raised a fine son. The Quixote Group might have survived a bit longer, but David's actions tonight have hastened its downfall."George was still struggling to comprehend the situation. "Mr. Flores, what...what do you mean?"A sense of unease gnawed at him.Fiorello's lips curled into a chilling smile as he delivered the final blow, "Mr. Quixote, your son, David, attempted to harm my wife at the Sercial Guild Hall tonight. Consequently, I personally sent him to the hospital."George's face drained of color. As he stared into Fiorello's eyes, he felt as though he was gazing into the eyes of the devil.