Wolves, Maces, And Blood

"Bastard!"

Cecilia said coldly, "If there's nothing else, I have to go."

"Wait!"

Isaac Moore said triumphantly, "Guess where I am and what I'm doing now."

"I don't care to know that!"

Cecilia was about to hang up when Isaac Moore's voice was heard again, "What a bummer. All right, I can tell you. I have just called Mr. Brown, Mr. Backer, and Mr. Roberts, and they have agreed that I will take your place and continue the future cooperation."

"I'm on my way to the Roberts Group to sign a contract with Mr. Roberts face to face in ten minutes. Then Mr. Brown and Mr. Backer. Speaking of which, I also want to thank you for doing so much work in the early stage."

"You planted trees so that I can enjoy the shade now. It's a great business story, aha..."

Cecilia's face was as gray as death.

Her hand shook and she almost dropped her phone.

How mean he was!

When Sean Mason made a scene at the engagement ceremony, Cecilia knew Isaac Moore would never give up, and she was prepared for it, but she didn't expect him to do it so quickly.

"It's grandpa's idea. You can't blame me. You can only blame your husband for being so impulsive. He dared to hit someone in front of grandpa, which was a disgrace to grandpa."

Isaac Moore laughed, "Lost clients, got kicked out of the company, the four of you... No, now you're a family of five. I fear you will die of poverty."

With that, he hung up.

Cecilia stood stiffly, tears welling up from her eyes again, and she felt very upset.

Two years of work down the drain!

Marcia and Matthew Moore looked at each other, each looking more worried than the last. They were about to say a few words of comfort to Cecilia when Sean Mason suddenly appeared at the bedroom door and said in a low voice, "I am the one who hit them. I'll take care of it."

Everyone was stunned.

You?

How? What could you do but fight? After the fight, you were happy, but you couldn't bear the anger of the Old Mr. Moore!

Marcia glared at Sean Mason, angry but afraid to speak.

"No, you can't."

Cecilia shook her head, her eyes red, "If you go, you're just gonna make things worse. It's just a job. If it's gone, I can find another one. I don't believe that without the Moore family, there would be no place for us in this city."

Before Sean Mason could respond, Cecilia turned and went to the kitchen.

Her strength made Sean Mason feel bad.

Five years ago, she was innocently involved in the Mason family's conspiracy against Sean. She gave birth to a daughter for Sean, but was treated coldly by outsiders. Now that Sean was back, how can he let her suffer any more?

Not even a little bit!

Sean took out his phone and sent a message...

Outside the Gates of the Roberts Group.

A black BMW pulled up and Isaac Moore opened the door, a pre-prepared contract in hand. His face was beaming and the excitement was palpable in his face.

The ease with which he snagged Cecilia's clients surprised Isaac Moore himself.

"These smart old guys must have heard about Cecilia's marriage to a rapist and her position in the Moore Group was at stake, which was why they turned their backs..."

Isaac said to himself.

In business, as in war, the best way to survive was to avoid the worst.

"I'm here to see Mr. Roberts."

Isaac came to the front desk and raised his chin in a cocky pose. He put the contract down with a snap, "Mr. Roberts asked me to come over for tea at twelve to sign the contract."

The receptionist gasped, "Could you tell me... May I have your name, Sir?"

"Isaac Moore."

Isaac laughed, "I'm Isaac Moore, general manager of the Moore Group."

"Isaac Moore?"

The receptionist had a funny look on her face and winked quietly at the security guards across the hall. Soon, four security guards were around, two on each side. Without further ado, they grabbed Isaac by the arm and lifted him up.

"What are you doing?"

Isaac was horrified. He struggled and growled, "Let me say it again, I'm the general manager of the Moore Group! Mr. Roberts personally invited me here! Get off me, you son of a bitch!" Bang!

As soon as he said that, Isaac winced when he got a kick in the butt.

"What the fuck..."

Ai that moment, Isaac was so mad and angry. He looked back angrily, and instinctively wanted to scold them. However, when he saw the figure standing behind him, his face changed dramatically and he did not dare to do that.

He said in disbelief, "Mr. Roberts?"

It was Aiden Roberts, the owner of the Roberts Group, who kicked Isaac's ass.

Aiden Roberts looked very angry.

"Mr. Roberts, why?"

Isaac had no idea what he was doing wrong and what he had done to offend Aiden Roberts. Shit, that was not what he expected.

Earlier on the phone, Aiden Roberts had been polite. How did he turn around so quickly?

"Why what?"

Aiden Roberts didn't explain. He came up with another kick and kicked Isaac's ass. He snorted, "How dare you set me up? I'll skin you!"

"Mr. Roberts, stop, stop it..."

Isaac was about to cry, "Is there some kind of misunderstanding? I wouldn't dare try to trap you even if you could lend me your courage. I have come to sign with you from the bottom of my heart, Mr. Roberts." "Shut up!"

Aiden Roberts pinned Isaac to the ground and kicked and punched him for half a minute. Then he said coldly, "Our contract with the Moore Group could only by signed with Cecilia Moore. If she doesn't come, it won't work even if Carter Moore comes, let alone you little bastard!"

"Cecilia Moore? What..."

Isaac was completely shocked, "Why?"

"Throw him out!"

Aiden Roberts finished with a wave of his hand. Four security guards came up, dragged Isaac to the door, and threw him out like garbage.