Chapter 7: Eloise Hemingbrough

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The red-haired thug wore a sorrowful expression. "S-Sir, do you need anything else?" Terry glanced around and said calmly, "Aren't you going to compensate for the damage you caused?" Helena hurried forward. "Young man, maybe it's better to let it slide." She didn't dare ask these men for compensation. "You're right. We should compensate," the red-haired thug quickly chimed in, eager to leave the scene. "These tables are worth two or three thousand. I'll pay you five thousand," he said, pulling out his phone to make a payment. "Five thousand?" Terry's face darkened. "Do you think I'm a beggar?" The thug stammered, "S-Sir, why don't you name your price?" Terry replied, "Fifty thousand." The thug was stunned. Fifty thousand for some busted tables? "Fifty thousand? Why don't you just rob me?" he blurted out, instantly regretting his words. He was dealing with a dangerous figure. Helena was also startled and was about to speak, but Kourtney stopped her. Terry's tone turned mocking. "Oh, so it's okay for you to rob others, but not the other way around?" The thug was speechless, finally stammering, "B-But I really don't have that much money." Terry's tone turned icy. "Figure it out, or you'll leave a hand behind." The thug's face went pale. "I'll pay. I'll pay." In the end, the thugs scraped together fifty thousand through loans and credit. "Terry, thank you so much today," Kourtney said gratefully, her eyes shining at him. This was the second time he'd helped her. Terry gave a soft smile. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." "Young man, we're so lucky to have you today," Helena expressed her gratitude repeatedly, offering to transfer the money to Terry. "I can't take that money." Terry insisted, "It's yours to keep." Helena wanted to argue, but was firmly refused by Terry. She sighed, advising, "Young man, those guys aren't good people. Today's incident might bring trouble to you. You should get out of Jenos City fast." Kourtney, realizing the potential consequences, felt apologetic. "Terry, I'm sorry for dragging you into this." Terry gave a confident smile. "Don't worry, they're just trash. They are nothing to me." Seeing how confident he was, the mother and daughter didn't say anything else. After chatting with Kourtney for a while, they exchanged numbers before Terry left. He reminded them, "If those guys give you any more trouble, give me a call." Kourtney nodded eagerly. "Alright, take care too. Once the shop's less busy, dinner's on me." After leaving the noodle shop, Terry's phone buzzed with a message. It was from Silas, listing clients who hadn't paid up. Scanning through, there were over ten names. The largest debtor was White Wolf Security, owing over five million. Terry wondered if White Wolf Security had any ties to the White Wolf Society. A quick search revealed a nearby branch of the company. He hailed a cab and headed straight there. ***** "Here we are, young man." Terry paid the driver and stepped out, observing the surroundings. The area was being torn down. He walked toward a distant building. As he approached, a red Bentley pulled up, and two women emerged. One wore a black leather jacket and sunglasses, looking like a bodyguard. Terry's gaze quickly shifted to the other woman. She was a knockout, rivaling Jane. With no makeup, her features were refined, her skin flawless. Her black business suit accentuated her alluring figure. Beyond her looks, she exuded an aura of elegance and nobility. Terry was puzzled; these two seemed out of place in such a remote area. Were they also here for White Wolf Security? "Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out," a cold voice snapped, sending a chill down Terry's spine. He squinted, sensing the woman wasn't ordinary. "Monica, don't cause trouble. Remember our business," the stunning woman ordered, leading the way to the building, with the bodyguard right behind. "Just as I thought," Terry mused, quickening his pace to follow. The bodyguard spun around. "Kid, follow us again, and I'll break your legs." The stunning woman also frowned. Terry, unimpressed, retorted, "Why would I follow you for fun? Can't I just be here on business?" The bodyguard's face darkened. "Kid, how dare you speak like that? You've got a death wish." She moved to act but was stopped by the stunning woman. "Miss, this guy's insolence deserves a lesson," the bodyguard insisted. The stunning woman shook her head, turning to Terry with curiosity. "May I ask what brings you here, sir?" Terry answered honestly, "Collecting debts." Monica snorted with laughter. "Kid, you've got guts being here alone. Do you even know what this place is?" Terry gave her a condescending look, pointing to the sign above. "Are you dumb? It clearly says White Wolf Security up there." Monica opened her mouth but couldn't respond. But remembering Terry's insult, she grew furious. "You little punk, you're asking for a beating." "Enough, Monica, remember our business," the stunning woman intervened, advising Terry, "This isn't a good place. You should leave quickly." Monica warned coldly, "If you don't want to end up in pieces, scram." Terry was unfazed, following them inside. The women noticed but said nothing more. After all, one couldn't save someone determined to be reckless. As the trio entered the lobby, two burly men in black suits approached. "Ms. Hemingbrough, our boss is waiting upstairs," one said. Eloise Hemingbrough nodded. "Lead the way." The men led, with Terry following. Since he came with Eloise, the guys didn't question him, not realizing they were dealing with two different parties. Soon, they reached a luxurious office on the top floor. Behind the desk sat a bald man with a menacing face. Officially, he was Remy Lynch, the branch manager of White Wolf Security. In reality, he was one of the four leaders of the White Wolf Society, known as Baldie. Indeed, White Wolf Security was just a front. Behind the scenes, it was the White Wolf Society, one of Jenos City's two major underground forces. "Well, Ms. Hemingbrough came to me personally. I'm truly honored," Remy said, quickly rising to greet her, instructing his secretary, "Bring out my finest tea for her." Eloise sat on the sofa, cutting to the chase, "Mr. Lynch, what will it take for you to agree to the demolition?" Remy looked troubled. "Ms. Hemingbrough, you know we've invested a lot into this building..." Eloise interrupted, "Mr. Lynch, just name your terms." Remy grinned. "Ms. Hemingbrough, you're as straightforward as ever. I'll be direct." He raised five fingers. "Five hundred million, and we'll vacate immediately." *****

Chapter 7: Eloise Hemingbrough

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