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Chapter 1622

Chapter 1622

"Looks like you've lost your nerve, old-timer."

The club manager nearly jumped out of his skin at Sean's tone that made his knees weak, "Absolutely,

Mr. Sean Collins. I'll take the blame and resign, retire back to the countryside."

"Who said you could leave?"

The manager was at a loss for words.

Sean leaned in closer, a careless smirk playing on his lips, "Next time someone comes in uninvited, I'll

throw you out the window of this fifth floor myself."

The words were said in jest, but the manager was so terrified he felt a heart attack coming on. He

hastily assured Sean it would never happen again.

Sean knocked the gift on the table to the floor without a glance and finished off his drink in one gulp. To

persuade Hans to deliver a gift for her? His sister was proving to be quite a character.

As he stood to leave, the manager quickly said, "Mr. Sean Collins, you've forgotten your things."

Sean glanced at the painting the manager picked up from the floor and dismissed it with a flick of his

gaze, "Don’t need it."

The manager couldn't believe it. A personal gift from Mr. Hans Collins himself, rejected just like that.

Sean exited the VIP room, and a bevy of beauties eyed him, eager to chat him up but lacking the

courage. They knew this man was as unpredictable as the devil himself, and even though they

harbored the thought, they dared not approach.

His assistant, Steward, saw him leave the club and promptly drove up, respectfully opening the car

door for him.

"Mr. Collins."

He was leaving so early today, which wasn't Sean's usual style.

His good mood soured by Hans's interference, Sean said languidly, "Let's go somewhere else."

"The Kensing Club?" Steward glanced at him in the rearview mirror, trying to read his expression, then

suggested, "Or the Vail Hot Springs?"

It was a hot spring resort Sean had bought years ago, the outdoor spring pool surrounded by beautiful

gardens and mountains all year round, with snow-capped peaks visible in the winter.

Both the indoor and outdoor springs offered a great view and were a delight to soak in.

"What's there to do?" Sean sounded utterly uninterested.

Not wanting to irritate him further, the assistant paused before suggesting, "Shall I take you home

then?"

Perhaps Sean could get some rest. Seeing no response from Sean, Steward drove towards his

residence, cautiously reporting, "The man in the basement cracked just a little. He admitted to being

involved in that incident years ago, but he claimed ignorance about the main instigator or the real

purpose."

"Is that what you call cracking?" Sean scoffed, clearly unimpressed, "Seems like the beating wasn't

tough enough. Find some guys with more muscle to 'entertain' him properly."

"Yes," Steward had been with Sean for years, but the nonchalant cruelty in his boss's voice always sent

a chill down his spine.

When Sean remained silent, Steward continued, "Also, the old fart on the board said you're too

capricious, turning the whole industry upside down - everyone's profits depend on your mood. He even

suggested that the cat and mouse game a while back was all your doing."

"Since when is my business open for discussion? A man on his last legs should be more concerned

with saving up for his coffin."

"I agree. A lesson is in order." Steward glanced at the rearview mirror, "I'll handle it; no trouble to you,

Mr. Collins."

"When have I ever been afraid of trouble?"

Right, Steward shrank a little, "One more thing, sir. Mr. and Mrs. Collins have called me more than

once, asking when you're coming home."

Sean hadn't expected his sister to be persistent enough to have their parents incessantly calling him for

the past six months.

Even Hans, coming all the way to Belloria for business, had made a special trip here for her, hoping to

get him to come home.