Chapter 503 Completely Accurate!
The order was given, and Milton's subordinates quickly surrounded Ryder!
Some militants were even ready to charge!
"Hold on!" Ryder cut in, stopping everyone in their tracks!
Milton looked a bit impatient. "What, are you scared? If you do, just drop to your knees and say sorry right now!"
Ryder shook his head. "You've got it all wrong! I'm just saying, if you're trying to handle us, why make it messy? Just take us out of here. Causing a scene in a hotel? If word gets out, it's gonna look bad for you, Mr. Big Shot Director of Maple Group, don't you think?"
Hearing this, Milton frowned slightly and asked cautiously, "What exactly are you trying to pull?"
Ryder shook his head and said, "Do you think this situation looks like I'm trying to pull something?"
Milton hesitated slightly!
Billy, on the other hand, instigated from the side, "Dad! What's there to worry about? We've got the numbers! Let's make an example of him! Show everyone not to mess with us! They'll think twice next time!"
Milton shook his head, lowering his voice. "Cool it, Billy. Tomorrow's the new president's big day. If word gets out about this, it's bad news for us. We'll handle him later—what's the rush? He's already backing down. Let's take them back. On our turf, we can do whatever the hell we want."
Billy nodded, "I'll listen to you! Anyway, once we get home, I'll definitely tie this arrogant guy up and whip him hard!"
So Ryder and the other two were taken out of the hotel and put into their car under the watch of those thugs!
The whole convoy headed grandly towards the Martin family's villa!
This left some bold onlookers disappointed!
They had been expecting a big news story!
They waited in vain.
Twenty minutes later, in the city's swankiest gated community, the convoy rolled up to a sprawling estate.
The thugs shoved Ryder and the others out of the cars.
"Move it!" the lead guy barked, cocky as hell.
Ryder took in the scene—the mansion was massive, over 20,000 square feet, with top-tier landscaping and facilities in the courtyard. The ground beneath him? Pure luxury, paved with high-end tiles that screamed money.
Ryder exclaimed, "What a luxurious villa, this must have cost a lot of money, right?"
The leading thug sneered proudly, "Of course! This is the most exclusive neighborhood in the city, and Milton's villa is in the top ten. You're looking at $10 million, minimum."
Another goon jumped in, eager to impress. "And that's just for the house. The antiques, the furniture, all the fancy crap inside? That's another $150 mil. You'll never see that kind of cash in your lifetime, pal."
"10million,150 million…" Ryder's eyes gleamed, like he was running the numbers in his head.
At this moment, Billy shouted in dissatisfaction, "Stop standing around like idiots! Get them inside, now!"
The leading thug quickly responded and pushed Ryder and the other two into the villa's courtyard!
In the sprawling courtyard, Ryder and the other two were encircled by Milton's goons, right in the center of the crowd.
At the front stood Milton, Billy, and Milton's business buddies, their presence even more commanding than at the hotel.
Milton, as the lord of the manor, stood tall, radiating authority. He cleared his throat and growled, "You're on my turf now. Let me make one thing clear—you might've walked in, but you're not walking out!"
Ryder glanced around, unfazed. "Fair warning," he said coolly. "Getting us in is easy. Getting us out? That'll cost you. You ready to pay the price?"
Milton and the others exchanged looks and burst out laughing:
"That's hilarious! I can't breathe!"
"Are you for real, or just playing dumb? Show us how you're gonna make us pay!"
"Kids these days… I can't even!"
Ryder brushed off their mockery.
He stepped forward, locked eyes with Milton, and asked, "Just out of curiosity—what's your yearly take-home?"
This question made Milton instinctively pause!
He didn't understand why Ryder would suddenly ask this!
As Milton hesitated, a cold glint flashed in Ryder's eyes. His voice turned low and sharp, "Here's what I know—Maple Group's shares are 100% controlled by the chairman. The so-called directors are just glorified senior VPs. Fat paychecks and bonuses, sure, but no stake in the pie. Now, based on Maple Group's size, your position tops out at 1 million a year. But Billy's out here flexing a monthly allowance hitting a million? And this villa—what, 10 mil? Plus 150 mils in antique furniture? Something's off!"
These words made Milton's expression freeze, and his heart couldn't help but tremble!
How did he know so much about the salaries of Maple Group's senior executives?
He must be guessing!
Milton suppressed his inner shock!
He pretended to be calm and said, "That's none of your business! Why don't you worry about yourself instead of wasting your time here?"
Ryder smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Milton Martin! Houston-born, started as a construction foreman, flopped at entrepreneurship, then landed at Maple Group as an ops manager in marketing. Climbed the ladder year after year, and two years ago, you hit the jackpot—director and senior VP. And get this, a whole year before Maple Group moved its HQ to NYC, you were already setting up shop here, 'developing' things. Convenient, huh? Once you were the top dog in NYC, you started cozying up with outside business folks, pretending it was all about 'investment partnerships' while you siphoned off the company's assets. From last year till now, you've funneled nearly $400 million out of Maple Group. Oh, and let's not forget the 104 relatives and cronies you've planted in the company—56 of them in management roles. They're your little helpers, greasing the wheels of your scam. Milton, you've got some serious guts pulling this off. Care to deny it?"
Milton's face stiffened!
Because the information Ryder just mentioned was completely accurate!
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