No. 1 Consortium Billionaire Strikes Back

Chapter 08

Sabrina raised an eyebrow, suddenly keen to watch the drama unfold. She couldn't wait to see this liar Sixt squirm.

The moment Henry stepped out of the car, he saw Sixt glaring daggers at him.

What the hell is this loser doing here too?

“Sixt, you son of a bitch! You can’t even walk normally, can you?” Henry roared.

“You never cease to be a thorn in my flesh, you bastard! I know this is deliberate! I know you can't stand me fucking your girlfriend, so you decided to destroy my car!” He thundered, his voice cold as ice.

Sixt’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Henry, have you completely lost your damn mind? It’s bad enough you fucked my ex girlfriend, now you’re driving like a lunatic and nearly ran me over! Shouldn’t you be apologizing?”

Fiona, meanwhile, clenched her jaw and snapped back. “Bullshit! You’re the blind bastard who doesn’t even know how to walk straight. You’re the reason we crashed the damn car!” she spat, shooting Sixt a death glare, her voice dripping with venom.

“Pay us, or I swear, you're going to spend the rest of your life behind bars!”

They heard Gate Corporation had a new owner today and were here to welcome him. Especially to expand their social connections and to inquire about holding their wedding at the best hotel in the city owned by the company.

Coincidentally, they came in contact with this poor moron!

Sixt let out a laugh, more out of anger than amusement.

“Fiona, have you completely lost your damn mind? You two tried to run me over, wrecked your own damn car, and now you’re asking me to pay for it? What kind of twisted logic is that?”

“We’re not here to talk logic,” Fiona sneered.

Henry, holding his arm with a cocky grin, added arrogantly, “What I say is logic. If you don’t pay up, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Hearing both Fiona and Henry shout over and over, a frown formed on Sabrina’s face. She stepped out of the car and removed her sunglasses, instinctively feeling a twinge of sympathy for Sixt. Facing these two shameless cheaters really was something else.

“That’s enough. Both of you are out of line,” Sabrina said coldly. “I saw what happened. You two nearly ran Sixt over, and now you’re demanding compensation from him? How does that make any sense?”

The moment Fiona saw a stunningly beautiful woman stepping up to defend Sixt, she exploded. “And who the fuck are you? What the hell does this have to do with you?”

Henry, on the other hand, was momentarily speechless, stunned by Sabrina’s breathtaking beauty.

Why the hell would a woman like that be standing beside a loser like Sixt? It didn’t make any sense. He was the one who had stolen Sixt’s girlfriend, so why did it feel like Sixt was still winning?

Fiona’s crude outburst made Sabrina’s eyes narrow with fury. She was the heiress of the Zane family, no one had ever dared speak to her like that!

“I’ll give you one chance,” Sabrina said coldly, her voice laced with the icy authority of someone used to being obeyed. “Take back what you just said, and I’ll let it go. Otherwise, you won’t be walking out of this hotel today.”

Fiona scoffed, completely dismissing Sabrina. “Who the hell do you think you are, threatening me like that? You must be crazy! Let me tell you something, my fiancé is Henry from the Medina family. He’s got powerful connections! He even knows the general manager of this hotel! You two are the ones who are screwed today!”

Henry’s eyes lit up. What better moment to show off his connections in front of a stunning woman like Sabrina?

“That’s right, beautiful,” Henry said smugly. “The GM here is a close buddy of mine! But I’m a reasonable guy. If that loser next to you gets on his knees and apologizes to me and my fiancée, I’ll let this slide.”

Sabrina narrowed her eyes. “You know the GM of this hotel?”

Henry and Fiona thought she was getting scared and pounced on the chance to intimidate her.

“Damn right!” Fiona said with a sneer. “This is a hotel under Gate management. The GM has insane influence, everyone in this city knows it! If you don’t start begging for forgiveness now, you’re both finished!”

Hearing that, Sabrina and Sixt glanced at each other—and burst into laughter.

Sixt laughed so hard that Henry’s face turned bright red with rage.

Enraged and humiliated, Henry and Fiona lunged forward to teach Sixt a lesson.

But at that moment, a strange heat surged through Sixt’s entire body. He blinked in surprise, and suddenly, everything around him slowed to a crawl. Henry and Fiona’s movements looked like they were stuck in slow motion.

Without thinking, Sixt lifted his leg and kicked out in reflex.

Thud! Thud!

Both Henry and Fiona dropped to their knees, having taken the full force of Sixt’s kick.

Sabrina’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t expected such speed from Sixt.

There was definitely more to this man than mere the eye.

“Well, well, look at that,” Sixt said in mock astonishment. “Why are you two suddenly kneeling to apologize to me?”

“You—!”

Fiona and Henry were livid, trembling with anger and disbelief.

No one had expected Sixt to actually fight back.

“You bastard! If I don’t crush you today, I’ll call you daddy!” Henry roared, humiliated beyond belief. He pulled out his phone and immediately called someone.

“Hello, Mr. Jones? It’s Henry. I’ve got a situation here. I need your help. I know you’re getting ready to meet the new boss, but don’t worry, this’ll only take a minute. It’s just some piece of trash that needs to be dealt with!”

“I’m at the parking lot. Great, I’ll wait here for you!”

Henry ended the call.

Moments later, a middle-aged man strode toward them, surrounded by a group of imposing bodyguards. The crowd parted for him like waves before a ship.

Henry’s eyes lit up. He lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly, savoring the moment.

“See that?” he said smugly. “This is how people like us settle things. We don’t need to get our hands dirty, just make a call, and everything’s handled. That’s exactly why Fiona chose me. We're civilized. We fight with power, not fists.”

He flicked the cigarette aside and walked forward with a grin plastered across his face.

“Mr. Jones! Thank God you’re here,” he said, full of fake warmth. “That guy over there? He wrecked my car. Worse, he laid hands on me and my fiancée. You’ve got to teach him a lesson.”

Mr. Jones’s expression tightened.

“You didn’t tell him the hotel’s off-limits for fighting?” he asked coldly.

“I did! I told him loud and clear,” Henry lied without blinking. “He said your hotel’s rules mean nothing to him.”

He was piling it on, hoping to stoke Mr. Jones’s anger and turn him loose on Sixt.

As expected, the man’s face darkened.