At that moment, suspended upside down, I faced the building’s window. Suddenly, I saw someone open the window and hold up a sign in front of me.
It read: [Mr. Kennedy said he was skilled and your mother was a fool. Once their child is born, the baby will inherit the Chanton Group and everything belongs to Mr. Kennedy.]
William really wanted to make me feel uncomfortable. “Agatha, you’d better pull Bertrand up quickly. After all, our VIP guest will arrive soon.”
He advised sincerely, “While disciplining your son is acceptable, this isn’t something you can show to our guests. It’d look bad if people found out.”
“Pull him up now!”
My mom was incredibly obedient. Before long, I was being pulled up, filthy from head to toe. Everyone backed away. William, however, stepped forward and squatted in front of me.
He said lowly, “You little brat, I brought you up here so you could see firsthand how I’m closing the deal with the VIP guest you invited. That new project of yours? I’m going to take over!”
No wonder he asked me to come up because he wanted to humiliate me in person.
I sneered, “But aren’t you afraid this VIP guest will help me?”
William laughed. “I know that the VIP guest is very capable, but we’ve already spoken and he strongly supports me leading the project, then you’re out.”
Celine also came over and instructed the security, “Get the hose and rinse him down as quickly as possible. High water pressure won’t be a problem.”
Then I endured another round of torture from the high-pressure water jet. My whole body felt cold and I probably got a fever.
William ordered, “Quick! Get Bertrand a change of clothes!”
A security guard immediately came over, helped me and wore a suit. Wearing clothes while still wet was uncomfortable enough, but this suit was ill-fitting and too small for me, wearing it felt like torture.
“Did you do this on purpose?”
My mom suddenly yelled at me, “You’re wearing that dead bastard’s clothes! Are you deliberately trying to upset me?”
“Dead bastard?”
I looked closely and realized the cufflinks on the suit belonged to my father.
My mom roared, “If it weren’t for the VIP guest, I’d have killed you!”
Just then, the elevator door to the rooftop opened.
“Mr. Rodez, you’re here!”
William immediately stepped forward, but halted mid-stride, startled. “Excuse me, who are you? Why isn’t Mr. Rodez here?”
“You don’t deserve to know my name.”
The woman who emerged from the elevator, dressed in a black evening gown, looked elegant, mysterious and incredibly beautiful. When I saw her, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
