In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 616 Loan Sharks

It had only been a couple of days since they last met, but Samuel had undergone a huge transformation.

He was dressed shabbily and hadn't shaved. His beer belly added to the effect, making him look completely down and out.

The secretary couldn't believe his eyes when he came to pick him up.

"When did you get out?" Samuel glared at the secretary and then kicked him.

"Why didn't you come and rescue me after you got out? Ingrate!"

The secretary dodged his kicks, wailing, "Mr. Walker, I only just got out! I came to bail you out the moment I was released!"

Samuel's kick didn't land, and he plopped onto the floor. He panted as he looked at the road. "Where's my car?"

"I… your assets have all been taken by the loan sharks. I came here by public transport…"

Samuel was aghast. "It's all gone?"

"... it's a-all gone." The secretary did not dare to look at him.

"I still have a house…"

"Perhaps you've forgotten this, but you mortgaged your house for cash to invest in the Eastwood construction site…"

This reminder made Samuel scramble up from the ground and grab him by the collar.

"How's that piece of land? Is it still under construction? Say something!"

The secretary trembled all over.

"Those in the positions above found a problem. Construction has stopped… that piece of land is probably going to stay unfinished…"

Gone… It was all gone. Samuel stumbled two steps back, looking dazed. He had never imagined that he would lose the bet.

"Did Grace win?"

They were in a dilapidated rental house.

Samuel sat on a tiny stool with a cup of hot water in his hand. The secretary approached him timidly.

"Mr. Walker, you can't hide here at my place.

"Although the loan sharks have been arrested, their lackeys are still at large. They'll find you sooner or later…"

"Are you trying to get rid of me now? You've been with me for so many years! Who was the one who gave you food and drink?

"Who was the one who made it possible for you to lord it over everyone for so many years? Are you going to burn your bridges now?"

Samuel roared in anger.

The secretary retreated. "That's not what I meant. I'm just worried about your future. The money still has to be paid, right?"

Samuel grabbed his collar again.

He was about to say something when someone violently kicked the door to the rental house.

"Is someone in there? Speak up!"

"Who is it?" Samuel lowered his voice.

The secretary trembled violently. "I don't know…"

"Dammit, are you playing dead? Open the door!"

The person outside grew impatient after a while and kicked the door open.

As they had feared, there were seven or eight burly men outside. They were all holding sticks!

"Ha… we knew you were here! You're Mr. Walker, aren't you? Get out here! Where's the money?"

Samuel fell off the stool, looking pale.

"Gentlemen, I just left the police station. Give me some breathing room, and I will definitely return the money!"

"As if! You got my lackeys into the police station! How can I trust you?" Then he swung his stick at Samuel.

There was the thud of wood hitting flesh.

"No! No, no, no! I'll return the money, I really will!" Samuel sprawled on the ground, tears and snot running down his face.

"Give me a few days. I'll collect the money!"

"Mr. Walker, when your secretary came to borrow money from us, he saw how we operated.

"Those who don't pay us back end up with injuries at best or death at worst! Think before you answer me!"

Samuel was sweating profusely. He looked at the secretary, who nodded vigorously.

"Their arms and legs are cut off…"

"I'll pay, I'll pay! I'll pay it back!"

"How are you going to pay? With this rundown rental house? All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"The whole city knows that your investment failed and that you're bankrupt!"

A knife was held to Samuel's throat, and his jowls quivered. "I have money. I still have stocks in Amirate!"