"Dammit!" He threw the phone when he got a pessimistic response.
The driver flinched.
"If not for her having some backing, did she think I would let her act so wilfully at my place?" Mr. Ambrose loosened his tie and leaned back on the car seat.
His face was bruised and he could still feel the lingering ache in his body.
Mr. Ambrose could not remember when he had experienced such a humiliation ever since he took over the family business.
Adopted son. The second option. The stray dog. He had worked so hard over the years to get rid of every filth attached to him.
Yet, after all these years, a young girl actually managed to humiliate him at his own place.
'Screech'
The car came to an abrupt halt in the middle of an empty junction and Mr. Ambrose jerked forward, "You… What do you think you are doing?" He snarled at the driver.
But the driver paled as he looked ahead.
Two muscular men rushed forward and dragged Mr. Ambrose out of the car.
