Chapter 501 Finding Help!
To Billy, Ryder's expression and tone felt like a demon's calling card!
He couldn't stop shaking—this guy was a psycho!
A total madman!
Billy's eye twitched. From birth, he'd never been humiliated like this!
No way he'd take this lying down!
"If you've got any balls, let's settle this man-to-man!"
Ryder's eyes glinted, and he smirked, "Isn't that what we're doing?"
Billy stiffened his neck and responded, "This doesn't count! You keep belittling my father! Do you dare to let me call him over to face you? Of course, if you say you don't dare, it's not shameful. Just let me go, and we'll call it quits!"
In fact, by saying this, Billy was already giving Ryder a way out!
After all, suggesting to end it here would mean Billy himself would suffer the loss!
But he still couldn't guess Ryder's inner thoughts!
Ryder kicked Billy to the ground.
Then he extended a finger and said coldly, "I'll give you just one hour to find help. Hurry up, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"
Billy was stunned for a while!
This is too arrogant, isn't it?
He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "Fine! You're asking for it. Just wait and see how scared you'll be later!"
After saying that, Billy took out his phone and dialed his father Milton's number.
At this moment, in a high-end club in New York City!
Milton, fresh from the Moore wedding, was chilling with some business buddies, and getting a massage.
He leaned back on the couch, eyes shut, soaking it all in, while a young masseuse worked her magic!
Milton glanced at her chest, licked his lips, and smirked, "That Moore wedding today? Total shocker. Who'd have thought the mighty Moores of NYC would go for a matrilocal setup? Heard the groom's some nobody from Houston. Sure, Lisa's got no curves to write home about, but her status? Top-tier. Even if it's just a biz marriage, half of NYC would kill for that kind of marriage. These days, it's all about who you know and how deep your pockets are—love's just a bonus. In this game, the more connections, the safer you are. Stability's everything in this cutthroat biz world!"
At this moment, someone asked Milton, "Milton, I heard Maple Group's got a new chairman, and Scott's out?"
Milton nodded, "Yep! Came outta nowhere—caught everyone off guard, even the top brass. But it's a shot for me. The new guy's gonna need loyal hands to run the show. If we play our cards right and get in his good graces, snagging that number two spot's a breeze!"
Hearing that, his crew started laying it on thick:
"Congrats in advance, Milton!"
"Once you're solid in the group, just bide your time, kick the new guy out, and take the reins! Just the thought gets me pumped!"
"With your skills, that day's right around the corner, no doubt!"
Milton leaned back, eyes closed, and let out a soft, satisfied hum, soaking it all in.
He was also looking forward to that day!
Just the thought got him fired up!
He was already picturing taking the young masseuse upstairs to a room later—his blood was boiling!
Then, his phone buzzed. It was Billy.
He hit answer.
Instantly, Billy's panicked voice screamed through the line, "Dad! You gotta help me! They're gonna kill me!"
Milton, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them: "What? What's going on?"
Billy quickly described the situation briefly!
Of course, he exaggerated the details!
He put all the blame on Ryder!
Milton clenched the phone, his eye twitching. "Some hick from outta town thinks he can mess with my family? He's got a death wish! Billy, stay put—I'm bringing the crew right now!"
He slammed the phone down.
His boys all chimed in, "What's up?"
Milton's face went stone cold. "Billy just called. Said he got jumped by some out-of-town punks. Victor and Xavier took hits too."
The room went silent, and their faces darkened.
Those were their kids!
For years, their boys had been the ones dishing it out. Now, some outsiders had the nerve to lay hands on them?
How could they tolerate this?
One of them slammed the table and cursed, "Those out-of-town motherfuckers! Beating our kids? They've got a death wish! I'm calling Dennis—he'll round up the crew!"
Another chimed in, "I'll make some calls too. Tonight, we make those bastards bleed!"
"Trying to mess with you, a Maple Group exec, in New York City? They've got balls—but they're about to lose 'em!"
Milton, even more furious, stood up and kicked over the footbath on the ground, splashing the young therapist with water!
"Let's go! Let them taste the consequences of offending us!"
At this moment, back at the hotel.
Billy hung up the phone, raised his head proudly, and stared at Ryder: "You think you're tough? Just wait, your end is near!"
Ryder, however, remained completely calm!
He, along with Rex and Ryan, simply sat on the sofa in the lobby's lounge area!
They even leisurely picked up some water to drink!
As if there was no sense of crisis at all!
Seeing this, Billy and the others were furious!
They thought, you're really arrogant. Just wait until the help arrives, let's see how cocky you are then!
As for the hotel lobby manager, he cautiously walked over and advised Ryder, "Sir, I'm begging you, even if you don't apologize to Mr. Martin, you should run away quickly. In New York City, there are many big shots you can't afford to offend!"
Hearing this, Ryder smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry about us. Just go about your business. We know what we're doing!"
"But..." the manager was about to say something more, only to be cut off by Billy's sharp bark. "What, you cozying up to him right in front of me? Keep your nose out of this, or I'll have this place leveled!"
This sentence scared the lobby manager, and he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, apologized to Billy, and said it was a misunderstanding!
After that, he could only sigh and leave the lounge area!
He walked to the front desk and called the hotel owner to report the situation!
Just in case things got out of hand and implicated himself!
Half an hour later.
Outside the hotel, a series of car engines turned off!
Billy's eyes lit up!
Help had arrived.
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