His Dangerous Love

Chapter 121 Nightmarish Mr. Larsen

Chapter 121 Nightmarish Mr. Larsen

Jefferson glanced at the man in front of him who wore a false smile but harbored intense hatred deep within his pupils.

Rather than making him cautious, this hatred only fueled his excitement.

Oh, how pleasant hatred is as an emotion. He thought.

Jefferson's gaze made Roger uncomfortable. He had thought about killing Jefferson on his own turf, but this thought receded silently.

One would bring armed men or at least a few companions when visiting their enemies. But Jefferson, in his audacity, only brought Case with him.

Did he have confidence or simply disregard him?

This perception escalated Roger's hatred for Jefferson. He narrowed his eyes, concealing the murderous intent in them.

"Mr. Larsen, you've come all this way. How about trying something different while you're here?" Roger said.

Jefferson reclined lazily on the sofa and replied casually, "No need to trouble Roger."

The address "Roger" unnerved Roger and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Jefferson's next words took a twist.

"You've been working so hard for that little merchandise and me staying here at this time might ruin your plans."

Roger was stunned. He dared not move and was filled with shock.

How did Jefferson find out about his secret activities, which he had concealed so well?

He thought of denying it, but as soon as he opened his mouth, memories of how Jefferson tortured his two brothers flashed before his eyes.

He clenched his teeth and admitted, "Mr. Larsen, I was foolish and didn't inform you before acting. But this batch of goods is truly rare. I went to great lengths to acquire it. How about this: you take the lion's share when we sell it and I'll take a small cut. Is that acceptable?"

His tone was extremely submissive. He had put in the money and taken the risk, while Jefferson simply sat back and collected the profits.

But he had no choice. If Jefferson did not agree, he would be left with the batch of goods and wouldn't earn a penny.

Roger was somewhat clever and, seeing Jefferson's silence, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and respectfully offered one to Jefferson.

"Mr. Larsen, care for a smoke? Let's talk things through slowly," Roger said, bending down with a smile on his face.

Jefferson looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled. "I can't possibly refuse Roger's cigarettes." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Roger thought there was an opportunity in this and quickly handed over the cigarettes, personally lighting one for Jefferson.

Jefferson clenched the cigarette between his teeth, took a puff, and when the cigarette ignited, he motioned towards Roger.

Thinking that Jefferson had something important to say, Roger leaned closer with a smile.

"Mr. Larsen, you..."

With a swift motion, Jefferson pushed the burning cigarette into Roger's mouth. Roger's face twisted in agony as pain shot through him.

Just as he was about to step back, Jefferson grabbed his head and forced him to taste the burnt blood until releasing him.

Jefferson clapped his hands. "Courtesy demands reciprocity. I shall offer Roger a cigarette as well."

"Ugh..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Roger spat out the cigarette butt. The pain on his tongue rendered him speechless for a while.

He stared fiercely at Jefferson, filled with an intense desire to tear him apart.

Jefferson nonchalantly let him look, excitement gleaming in his dark eyes.

He was looking forward to seeing how Roger would deal with him.

But after years of being suppressed by Jefferson, Roger no longer possessed the arrogance of yesteryears.

Moreover, even if he did something against Jefferson here, the Larsen family wouldn't let him off the hook. It would be no different from suicide.

Swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, he lowered his head in humiliation. "Thank you for the cigarette, Mr. Larsen."

As Roger submitted, Jefferson lost interest. He leaned back again.

"Now you know what to do," Jefferson said.

"I will destroy that batch of goods."

Roger's teeth and heart ached as he spoke these words. He had put in so much effort, spent a considerable amount of money establishing connections, and even sent countless women as gifts.

He had hoped to turn the tide with this significant opportunity and regain his former glory. But now, everything had gone up in smoke because of Jefferson's words.

Looking at Jefferson's nightmarish face, Roger secretly swore in his heart.

One day, he would crush Jefferson under his feet and avenge his two brothers.

Meanwhile, Jefferson seemed bored. He looked like he had nothing left to play with.

"Alright, let's call it a day. I'll come see you next time."

Roger's jaws were almost crushed, and he followed Jefferson outside, feigning politeness. "Mr. Larsen, stay. Why don't you let me properly entertain you?"

Before Jefferson could respond, a waiter who had been waiting at the door for a while approached Roger and whispered softly, "The two Ms. Gentry have arrived."

Although his voice was barely audible, Jefferson with acute hearing caught it.