Chapter 39

A group of people barged in with the leading middle-aged man looking to be very powerful. He was wearing an expensive suit and had the air of an authority figure as he bellowed the moment he stepped into the room, shocking the staff inside the control room. The staff quickly greeted, “Mr. Hill, what brings you here?” Harold Hill was the supervisor of Millennium Amusement Park, in charge of the facilities, workers, security, and operation within the park. In summary, other than the owner, Harold was the second in command at Millennium Amusement Park. Harold nodded slightly. With a sharp gaze, he asked again, coldly, “Who is Philip Clarke?” Philip mildly frowned and took a step forward. “I am.” The few youngsters behind Harold rushed into the room and blocked the exit. The young boy Philip had slapped earlier, Jeremy Hill, was now pointing arrogantly at him as he said, “Dad, it’s him. He’s the one who slapped me earlier. You have to teach him a tough lesson!” So, they were here to pick a fight. Philip cocked up an eyebrow and glanced at the youngsters. He did not see Lynn among them and assumed that she did not have the courage to come inside. “You’re the one who hit my son?” Harold was furious. His son was his treasure, and he never had the heart to lay a hand on him. But today, a poorly dressed man had actually hit his son! Philip did not bother to explain but asked faintly, “What do you want?” “Hehe, good. I see you have a temper.” Harold looked condescendingly at him. “Apologize to my son and we’ll consider this settled. Or else, don’t even think about stepping outside this door.” At his words, the staff inside the control room scattered away to block off the doors, looking like guards. Harold stared coldly at Philip, but the latter snorted. “Shouldn’t you ask why your son got slapped?” How did this man become someone’s father? He just came over without clarifying the situation and asked for an apology. It was no wonder his son was so full of himself. He had learned it from his old man. It was such a miracle that this pair of father and son could still live comfortably. “I don’t care why. He’s my son, and you hit him, so you must apologize!” Harold’s voice was deep as he brought out his air of superiority, exerting his dominance. Who was this fool who dared to question him in return? The man clearly did not know his place, such an idiot! With a dark expression, Harold pushed his son forward. “Jeremy, how do you want to take care of this? Dad will let you do as you please. If you want him to kneel, I’ll make him kneel even if he refuses. Didn’t he slap you earlier? Go over and slap him ten times. Don’t worry. Dad will be here to take care of things for you.”

Jeremy was now acting like a little drama queen with wings growing on his back. He lifted his chin proudly and pointed at Philip. “You, kneel now, and apologize.” He was so cheeky and arrogant. Feels great to have my old man back me up. Didn’t you slap me just now? I will return that favor to you by ten folds! Philip frowned. He was worried about Mila right now and had no time for any nonsense with these unreasonable people. He said coldly, “I’d advise you all not to provoke me.” If this affected his search for his daughter, Philip would not mind making this pair of father and son experience the taste of a broken family. Upon hearing this, Harold held his sides in laughter. “Hey, bro, are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?” This fool here dared to threaten him. This has never happened in so many years. “I don’t care who you are. I have urgent matters now, so please make way.” Philip’s eyes turned ice-cold, and then, he moved to force his way out. However, with the wave of his hand, Harold ordered solemnly, “Hold him down! Today, I will let this blind fool here know what happens when someone provokes Harold Hill!” In an instant, the staff surrounded Philip, and it seemed like a dispute was about to break out. Suddenly, a stern voice bellowed from the entrance. “Stop! What are you doing?” Theo had returned with his head covered in sweat. He barged in, shoving the people away to stand in front of Philip, shielding him as he glared at Harold with a menacing expression like that of a venomous snake. What was this group of people trying to do? They had a death wish for attempting to lay a hand on Mr. Clarke! Harold’s expression fell dark. He was here to stand up for his son, so why were there so many troublesome issues? “And who the f*ck are you? Scram!” Harold barked unpleasantly as he boiled with rage. “You don’t know me?” Theo asked in return, frowning. Harold was stunned. After staring at Theo for a moment, he broke out in laughter. “Are you an idiot? Why the hell should I know you? Oh, you’re his friend? Okay, then don’t think about leaving either. You can both kneel and apologize to my son.” Harold really had a death wish. Standing right before him was none other than the mob king, Theo Zander! When was the last time someone pointed at Theo and insulted him? That would be around the time he started as a gangster. Now, more than ten years had passed and no one dared to speak that way to him ever again. Harold Hill was the first, and also the last. Because in Theo’s eyes, he was already a dead man. However, Harold had no idea how many times he had died in Theo’s mind. He really did not know Theo Zander but have only ever heard of him.