When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter XVI: Trouble In The Big Belmont Shipping Lines (3)

Noah quickly stepped in to shield Reginald, hearing the commotion. He pushed Macaulay away before the punch could land on any flesh at all. He called security to escort Mr. Macaulay out.

He looked at Reginald's swollen face with concern. "Young Master Belmont, are you okay? Do you need me to call the family doctor?"

Reginald ignored the stinging pain on his face. His mind was replaying that man’s heart-wrenching words.

How could it be that Garrett ruthlessly ignored the 50 workers sponsored by the Belmonts? Did he not know, or was he pretending? Was he careless, ignorant, or just as evil as Watson? What was really going on? Why?!

He turned to Noah. His expression was serious. "What is this really about?"

Noah hesitated before explaining, his voice low. "Mr. Watson is the heir to the WatsCo family business. He's known for his devious ways and boldness. But he's also friends with Garrett. A year ago, he suddenly declared on the news that he was going to take his father's company to the next level and then, just like that, Mr. Garrett was bending the Belmont's business to dance to the tune the Watsons play."

"Mr. Macaulay wanted to take both the Watsons and the Belmonts to court, but that might cause a scandal and ruin the Belmonts' reputation. So, I told him Garrett Belmont wasn’t the company’s heir—that I would find you, and you would make things right. Mr. Macaulay listened to me... barely. But unsurprisingly, Mr. Watson won the Belmont's project again, for the second time this year, causing those workers to go on a riot against the Macaulays. Thank God you're here."

Noah’s innocent eyes instantly darkened with gravity. "But no one expected that the Belmonts would suffer for it too. Fourteen ships made by the WatsCo in these recent months have cut our earnings short. Two sank with the goods of our clients. Eight split mid-sea. And four never even started to take the goods. At the end of the day, the cargo perished, and the imperishables had to be returned."

"Also, numerous times, we've gotten reviews from our clients saying the stocks were incomplete, in poor condition, or didn’t even reach the other side. We lost over 2 billion in just five months."

After hearing this, Reginald's expression turned grave. He couldn't help but mutter,

“Damn... Garrett is really a fool. And that bullshit WatsCo is such a letdown.”

He rubbed his forehead, feeling a tingling sensation in his scalp. At that moment, he finally understood why Mr. Macaulay had been so emotionally distraught when he saw him earlier. If he had gone through something like that, he too might’ve been even more furious.

Reginald didn’t want to get involved in his family’s affairs anymore. Not after everything. He could get killed or harmed again, by his stepmother or step-siblings. He had barely made it out alive last time from that accident. But Mr. Macaulay’s words kept echoing in his mind…..

“If you dare give another contract deal to that idiot again, I swear I and my workers will kill ourselves right in front of your building….!”

His head throbbed with pain. If he didn’t intervene, the Macaulays and their workers might actually go through with it. Their grievances were real.

And those bastards Garrett and Watson would continue to roam free, hurting more people, while destroying a business his great-grandfather bled to grow, after his own grandfather had walked away from it.

Just then, the office phone rang.

It was Mr. Watson calling.

Noah picked it up.

The voice on the other end was arrogant. Poisoned with mockery. “Tell that heir and boss of yours that if he doesn’t support me, I’ll leak the secrets of both the Belmonts and the Macaulays. He better be a good little lackey like his younger brother.”

Beep. Beep. Beep. The call ended abruptly after those words.

Reginald stared coldly at the phone and sneered. “He’s telling me what to do. He thinks blackmail will work on me? I’ll show him who is boss.”

“Young Master Belmont, aren’t you going on vacation?” Noah asked, puzzled.

Reginald shook his head. “I’ll go after I finish off that bastard Watson. Call back everyone to the vision room. I don’t care if they’ve gotten to their houses or are in bed with their chicks! Let them get here and hear my final words!”

He banged his hand on the table. No one dares tell him what to do!

“Yes, Young Master Belmont,” Noah replied, turning to pick up the phone again.

But before he could make even one call, Caesar appeared. He looked between Noah and Reginald and then said, “There’s a man who wants to see you, Lord Reginald. He says he’s called Doug. I think he’s in cohorts with your stepbrother and the WatsCo man.”

Reginald followed the two bodyguards that suddenly came along to take him to whoever this Mr. Doug was.

When he was close to the visitor's waiting room, Reginald peered through the glassy window at the serious man sitting on the settee.

Isn’t that one of the five men from Watson’s side?

That must be one of Watson’s lackeys. Or the actual boss.

He hadn’t expected them to come for him even before he had the chance to address the trouble, in his own family’s land so quickly!