TYCOON SYSTEM: THE INCREDIBLE BILLIONAIRE

This punk injured me

Quickly, Freya spoke. “Daniel, don’t be like that. I just want…to talk to him please.” She pleaded.

“Talk to him? What is there to talk about? You messed up and this is what you get! I’ll advise you to get lost now, or I will call the guards and have them beat you two into a pulp!” Daniel stood his ground as he puffed his chest out and was showing dominance.

After all, his father was now managing the company and he as well could exert some form of authority.

“Get out of my face!” On the other hand, Lucas didn’t look like he would tolerate him. Freya might be soft when asking him to get out of the way, but it was different with him.

“Are you talking to me? Are you not just the dog of the family who has contributed nothing but only sponge off us, yet you dare to tell me such? It seems you want to be kicked out of the house.” Daniel snorted.

“Which house? The one you guys have snatched already? You also took over the company that Freya's dad left for her, saying she was just a woman and wasn’t competent enough to take care of it.

“Not just that, you deprived her of so much, gave her such a measly salary, a little post, and now you have the guts to sack her? That’s ridiculous!” Lucas sneered.

He knew about this all, but before he was just so weak and easy to be crushed, that was why he didn’t dare to say anything. When Freya's father died, Donald, her uncle came to their house, at that time, they were living in the family villa and offered to take care of the company for her in the name of honoring his brother.

But everything turned different after he took over. Not only did he chase Freya and her mother out of the villa, but he also took over the company and reduced her to a mere secretary in the company. Now he had the guts to sack her? Heck no.

“Shut up! How dare you? Wasn’t that money we paid you guys that’s feeding you, clothing you, and yet, you have the guts to talk like it’s worth nothing? Don’t you dare, you lowlife!” Daniel retorted, not looking like he would get out of the way.

Lucas couldn’t hold it anymore and lost it. He stretched his hand, grabbed Daniel by the collar, and pulled him off with a swift swing. No one expected this, not even Daniel. The next thing he saw was that his head was now kissing the floor while his legs were swinging in the air.

Lucas tossed him off into a table, and he smashed into it and fell to the floor.

Huh?

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, not by what Lucas did, but by his audacity. Did he dare to hurt the manager's son? Was he tired of living? Someone like him was just a bottom feeder, and yet, he had the guts to do such a thing?

Their eyes widened, and they didn’t blink, feeling like they might miss a sudden detail. Freya wasn’t left out, either. Her mouth fell open as she watched the scene.

“Let’s go.” Lucas grabbed her and opened the door that was in their front.

Daniel, who was still upside-down took a while to recover himself. Immediately after, he jumped to his feet and looked around. Seeing the faces of the workers staring at him and holding back themselves from laughing out loud, his face turned beet red. How dare Lucas hurt him?

“Bastard!” He cursed as he turned around and stomped his feet towards the office.

…

Inside the office, a man in his late fifties was seated on the chair beside an office table counting some bundle of money. From time to time, he kept licking his fingertips before continuing to count the money and wasn’t looking like someone who yelled at Freya not long ago.

This man was Donald, Freya's uncle, and the man who viciously took way away everything from her.

When Freya saw him, her heart skipped a bit and she greeted him. “Hello, uncle!”

Raising a brow at her, he merely said. “Get lost!” Then he continued to count his money.

“Old man, don’t you think are rather too smug? We all know that position shouldn’t be yours, and yet, you are sitting down calmly and throwing your weight around? Now I can see you are shameless.” Lucas said, and his words made Donald pause in what he was doing.

Knitted lines appeared on his forehead and he looked up at Lucas. It wasn’t until now that he noticed someone like him was even standing there, as, after all, Lucas had no significance at all.

“Punk, I dare you to repeat what you just said!” Donald said in a daring tone. His eyes were cold as he spoke, making Freya shiver, and she tugged Lucas's arm to stop him from talking, but he didn’t.

“Are your ears so hurting that you can’t hear me properly? I said you are just an old foggy who is throwing his weight around!” Lucas repeated his words.

Bang!

Donald slammed his hand on the table furiously. Anger surged in his blood as he stood up. His eyes locked on Lucas and he spoke.

“You have a death wish, huh? How dare you a measly human who is just a live-in son-in-law of my family talk back at me? Don’t you know I can decide your miserable fate and make you suffer?” He questioned.

“Ha! That’s correct. Father, this punk injured me on his way in. Just look at my face?” Point in time, Daniel walked in and immediately showed up the lump that had grown on his cheeks.

Donald glanced at his son and after seeing the lump, his blood boiled even more.

“Lucas. You are brazen but trust me, you have just walked to your death.” Donald said, staring coldly at Lucas before turning to Daniel. “Go and bring those securities here. Either this punk dies today or my name is no longer Donald.” He added, while Daniel excitedly rushed out of the office to go call them.