Chapter 1458

Quinton was absolutely fuming. Christina’s family, whom he used to completely look down on, had the nerve to fight back, even going so far as to lay hands on him. Moreover, that crappy fast-food joint they worked at actually dared to disrespect him.

The fact that he had fallen so low made Quinton seriously consider making an example out of someone—maybe even killing—to re-establish his dominance.

Rachel was considered a prized catch in Blumedale’s elite social circles. However, because of her sensitive status as a widow, no one ever dared touch her–only salivated from a distance. She was also a member of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce and had George as her backer. That alone had kept her safe all these years.

However, Quinton had overheard something that instantly lifted his mood–the Chamber of Commerce had just appointed a new chairman.

George was someone even Quinton would not dare cross, not even in his wildest dreams. But this new guy? Please. He had to be easy prey.

Quinton smirked coldly, already plotting.

As soon as the new chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce arrived, Quinton planned to march straight up and slap him a few times without saying a word. Once he left the guy bloodied and dazed, he would reveal his identity and really teach him who he was dealing with.

And that was only the beginning.

After that, he was going to take Christina away. As for Rachel–that curvy, single widow–he had already made up his mind. He was already seething with pent-up rage, and if the opportunity came, he was going to break her down until she became his personal plaything.

Lewis, trying to be polite, smiled and asked, “Madam, may I ask how old our new chairman is? What kind of bigshot are we dealing with?”

Rachel replied, “If it’s not your business, don’t go poking around. But you’ll see him very soon. Even Duncan, the head of the Irvings, almost lost his life going up against this man–do you think just any so-called bigshot qualifies to be chairman?”

Lewis felt his eyelids twitch. Duncan ran a luxury car empire and was part of Blumedale’s elite class. If even someone like him got put in his place, this new chairman had to be something else.

Just thinking about it made Lewis instinctively stand straighter.

Quinton, meanwhile, still wore a look of disdain. But his brows furrowed slightly when he accidentally caught that part of the conversation.

Sure, the Irvings were not quite on the same level as the Wrights, but they were not that far behind either. Duncan was a true leader; even someone like Quinton had to respectfully call him “Mr. Irving Senior” when they met.

If even a man like that got smacked down, could this new Chamber of Commerce chairman really be the real deal?

Quinton snorted. No matter how impressive the guy might be, he was still the eldest son of the Wrights–his name was not just for show.

Unless the guy was someone from one of the Three Titans–the only families more powerful than the Five Apex Families–there was no way Quinton could not slap him around and walk away unscathed.

“Madam Gardner, is your chairman here yet? I’m getting really tired of waiting. Or maybe he found out I’m here and got so scared he pissed himself and ran off?”

Quinton taunted, his voice cocky and full of mockery.

Rachel’s face darkened, thinking that this bastard Quinton was really asking for death. She had seen Andrew’s power with her own eyes. To him, someone like Quinton was nothing more than a slightly larger cockroach.

Just then, Lewis burst out excitedly, “Madam, look! Outside! That red Ferrari–do you think the guy who just stepped out is our new chairman?”

Rachel took one glance and immediately lit up with a glowing smile. Her hips swayed seductively as she strutted toward the door to greet him.

“Mr. Lloyd, you’re finally here!”