Chapter 552 I Don't Start Fights, But I Sure Finish Them!
"Hahaha, alright, you're saying ten minutes? I'll clock it then!" Jared smirked, making a show of checking his watch.
In his head, he was already picturing it: Ten minutes to watch these two crash and burn!
Six minutes passed.
The restaurant door was pushed open.
Several men in suits approached Ryder respectfully and said, "Mr. Clark, here is the restaurant's equity transfer agreement! Please have a look!"
Everyone present was stunned by this scene.
Lily was equally shocked.
Trevor gave the restaurant to Ryder just like that?
Unbelievable!
Jared scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, playing it up big time, huh? Even got a contract ready? What a joke!"
Just as the words left his mouth, his phone buzzed.
"Trevor, what's going on? Yeah, I'm at the restaurant," Jared answered, caught off guard.
But Trevor's voice on the other end was a thunderstorm. "You moron, do you have any idea who you're messing with?"
"What? Who?"
"The guy you're messing with right in front of you! Do you know who just made me hand over the restaurant? Someone even I wouldn't dare cross!"
Jared's throat tightened, his head spinning. "Uncle, you're not messing with me, right?"
"Apologize now! I can't believe I raised a brat like you who only knows how to cause trouble! When you get back, I'll break your damn legs!"
The call dropped, and Jared froze, his face going ghost-white.
It hit him like a ton of bricks—he was screwed.
Trevor had actually given the restaurant away!
His eyes darted to Ryder, now filled with a flicker of fear.
Meanwhile, Ryder and Lily were flipping through the transfer agreement, stamped and official.
The place was officially theirs.
At this moment, a large group of people emerged from the restaurant.
Leading the charge was the restaurant's GM, who hustled over to Ryder. "Mr. Clark, we just got the word from Mr. Dixon—the place is officially yours now! Congrats, Mr. Clark!"
The entire staff shouted in unison, "Congrats, Mr. Clark!"
Jared stood there, stunned. His family's spot—just handed over like that? And in under ten minutes? What the hell just happened?
Facing the enthusiastic general manager, Ryder waved his hand. "Hold on, there's something to deal with first!"
"Mr. Clark, please go ahead!"
Ryder pointed at Jared, then at the spit on the table. "Make him lick that clean, strip him down, and toss him out."
The GM wiped his brow and nodded frantically. "Got it, Mr. Clark's orders will be followed to the letter!"
Earlier, Trevor had personally called him, making it clear—if Mr. Clark wanted Jared's arm broken, it'd be understandable. So, this was actually going easy on him.
Seeing himself grabbed by the restaurant's bouncers, Jared freaked out and shot Ryder a glare. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're not scared of the Dixons coming after you?"
"Sorry, pal, I don't start fights, but I sure finish them. Do it!" Ryder said, and the bouncers didn't waste a second.
Jared fought it, but the security guards shoved his face toward the spit, holding him down.
It was a nasty sight, and everyone watching cringed.
Once that humiliation was done, another guard stepped up with a pair of scissors and started hacking away at Jared's Gucci threads.
He struggled, but all he got for it was a few cuts from the blades.
In the end, he bolted, hands cupped over his junk, trying to save whatever dignity he had left.
Everyone in the restaurant was utterly shocked.
The once arrogant Jared was humiliated so badly!
So ruthless!
Even Lily thought Ryder was a bit harsh.
But she liked him that way!
So cool!
If only Ryder didn't have a wife!
Next, Ryder and Lily, at the enthusiastic invitation of the general manager, toured the entire restaurant.
It even included the rooftop revolving restaurant!
Ryder thought to himself that when his wife Sarah came to New York, he would definitely bring her to this revolving restaurant for a meal and enjoy the view.
Lily was also amazed by the rooftop revolving restaurant.
So luxurious!
So beautiful!
She patted Ryder on the shoulder. "Ryder, next time I 'm in town, you must bring me here for a good meal."
Ryder made an OK gesture.
Lily's main purpose for coming to New York this time was to handle bank loan business and sign a lease contract for a pet store.
Now, the bank loan business was settled.
Because the landlord had something come up, Lily and the landlord agreed to sign the electronic contract directly.
So Lily decided to go back tomorrow.
Although she was reluctant to leave Ryder, a short separation was for a better reunion later!
After touring the restaurant, Ryder received a call from Trevor.
"Ryder, how do you like the restaurant?"
Ryder replied indifferently, "Not bad!"
Trevor chuckled, "Good to hear! Speaking of Jared, I'm thinking of shipping him overseas for a couple of years to whip him into shape."
"Uncle Trevor, is he really your blood nephew?"
Trevor nodded. "Yeah, he's my sister's kid. Been with me since he was little. Ryder, you did the right thing. This whole mess made me see that coddling Jared will only ruin him. I still hope he can step up and be your right-hand man someday. He's got potential. The future's yours, after all!"
Listening to Trevor's heartfelt words, Ryder was deeply moved.
He promised, "Uncle Trevor, don't worry! As long as Jared doesn't do anything outrageous in the future, I'll take him under my wing!"
"Good, good, that's all I need to hear!"
Night fell.
At the hospital.
Tyler got the scoop from his assistant about Ryder's bank visit earlier and how he'd put Jared in his place at the restaurant.
This Ryder guy's got serious clout—even Trevor's bending over backward to keep him happy!
At this moment, Constantine entered the ward.
He gave Tyler a nod of approval. "Not bad, kid. You even had someone tailing Ryder. Looks like you've grown up a lot since the ghost mess."
Then, his tone shifted. "Tyler, since you've got your act together, I'm willing to give you one last shot."
Tyler raised an eyebrow.
Constantine went on, "Figure out a way to auction off the Rigal District Stadium. The company's strapped for cash, and we need that project to fill the gap."
Tyler was slightly surprised: "Auction? For how much?"
"Right now, the project's short at least eight hundred million, so we're aiming for that. But with all the ghost stories floating around, I'd be shocked if anyone bites for even a hundred mil. So, it's on you, Tyler."
"Don't sweat it, Dad! I'll get it sold for top dollar," Tyler said with confidence.
In his mind, he figured with the Grim Reaper's luck on his side, he couldn't lose.
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