Chapter 8: Nicholas Baker

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Gordon had no idea what had happened at the black market. He returned to the hospital to settle his bill and complete his discharge paperwork. He had eighty bucks left. In the past, he never considered money to be of much importance. To him, it was just a number. Now he realized the significance of wealth. The hundred thousand vanished instantly, leaving him with just eighty bucks. "I'm back to square one." He muttered with a faint smile, thinking about the early days as he looked at the few bills in his pocket. "Hey, isn't this Gordon York? Are you finally awake?" Just as Gordon was about to leave the hospital, a mocking voice called out to him. The voice belonged to a tall figure who blocked his path. The man appeared to be around twenty-four. He had long hair and a handsome face with a cold smirk. He was dressed in designer clothes and holding a bouquet. His name was Nicholas Baker. He was a manager at the Baker Group, a core member of one of the four major families of Starville, and once the confidant of Gordon's arch-nemesis from the Baker family. He was also a suitor of Beatrice. Behind Nicholas was a bodyguard with a rugged look. Gordon looked at Nicholas coldly before turning away, not wanting to waste his time on such a pest. "Hey, Gordon, did you lose your mind in the hospital? Can't even speak anymore?" Nicholas wasn't ready to let him go. He blocked Gordon's way again, teasing him. "Get lost!" Gordon's expression hardened as he snapped back. "You want me to leave? Do you even realize your current state? Do you still think you're the heir of the York family?" Nicholas's voice dripped with amusement, his gaze filled with pity. He thought Gordon didn't know he had been expelled from the York family. "Even without the York family backing me, you're still nothing to me, Nicholas," Gordon said. "Wow, that's bold talk. Where'd you get the nerve? Did your brain fry or something?" Nicholas sneered, dismissing Gordon's words with disdain. Gordon gave him another cold glance and turned to leave, unwilling to engage Nicholas. "Wanna leave? Crawl under my legs, and I'll let you go!" Nicholas blocked his way again, his voice full of malice. He used to fear Gordon, but now he saw Gordon as nothing more than a lowly peasant. "I'm giving you a chance. Move!" Gordon's eyes gleamed with a dangerous intent as he spoke icily. "Haha... You're giving me a chance?" "You're so arrogant! Listen, it should be me giving you a chance! If you crawl under my legs today, I'll let you go and give you a hundred thousand dollars. For a fool like you, that's enough for a lifetime." "If you don't comply, I won't hesitate to break your third leg, making you a eunuch forever." "Or perhaps, I'll pave the way for you to become a showgirl!" Nicholas's face was filled with a mocking smile as he taunted. In the past, he had suffered much under Gordon's hand. Slap! However, Gordon's palm landed harshly on Nicholas's face before he could finish his sentence, leaving him stunned and incredulous. "You... You worthless fool! How dare you hit me?" The sudden turn of events left Nicholas frozen in shock. He never imagined Gordon would dare to lay a hand on him. It took him a long moment to regain his senses, his face twisted in rage and madness as he roared, "Sam, cut off this bastard's third leg and feed it to the dogs!" "Yes, Mr. Baker." At his command, the bodyguard, Sam, lunged at Gordon. As Gordon's eyes flashed with murderous intent and he was about to act, a cold, crisp voice cut through the tension. "Stop!" With the voice came a stunning figure swiftly emerging from the hospital lobby. "Beatrice, you're off work early?" Upon seeing the figure, Nicholas's anger and pain vanished, replaced by a sycophantic smile. He hurriedly approached Beatrice, flowers in hand, smiling as he spoke. Beatrice's gaze was icy as she looked at Nicholas. "What are you doing here, Nicholas?" "Beatrice, a new restaurant just opened, and it's quite popular. I reserved a table early to take you there. Here, your favorite violets, just for you!" Nicholas offered the flowers with gentlemanly grace, his smile designed to make any girl's heart flutter, making it hard to refuse his invitation. Observing the scene, a playful smirk appeared on Gordon's face. He realized Nicholas had come to the hospital to woo Beatrice. Beatrice was Gordon's wife, which made the situation amusing—even a bit ludicrous. Nicholas was trying to hit on his wife before him. Before Beatrice could respond, Gordon said, "Sorry, but she's unavailable tonight." "Who do you think you are, Gordon? Talking while I'm speaking to Beatrice? Mind your place, you worthless fool!" Nicholas's anger flared at Gordon's interruption, and he shouted at him. "Sam, what are you waiting for? Take him down!" At Nicholas's command, Sam swung his fist at Gordon's face like a flash. Thud! Crack! However, just as Sam's fist was about to approach, Gordon sidestepped, evading the attack, and swiftly kicked Sam's knee. The dull thud and the sound of cracking bones resonated as Sam toppled forward, his mouth meeting the hard floor, scattering broken teeth everywhere. "This... How is this possible?" Nicholas stood dumbfounded as he witnessed the scene unfold.

Chapter 8: Nicholas Baker

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