My beautiful boss

Chapter 56 Brandon's Prestige

"Brother, is the person staying in that room bothering you in any way?"

Brandon couldn't help but ask Peter, in order to understand what was happening.

"No, not really"

Peter shook his head as he replied.

"Then, do you dislike him for any reason?"

Brandon raised another question.

"Neither is true. I don't know him at all, for that matter"

Peter shook his head yet again.

"Then why do you want me to go and kick on the door of his room?" Brandon asked Peter with a lot of annoyance in his tone.

"I want to discuss business with him."

Peter replied, in a heavy voice.

"What the fuck?!"

Brandon couldn't help but swear.

'Is there anyone in this world who discusses business like this?

Is that how people are behaving in the society, or he is the only one gone bonkers?' Brandon thought.

"Ah, well, It'd be to explain the situation to you for a while.

Just answer my question, Will you help me with this or not? If not, I shall go ahead by myself."

Peter seemed to be a little impatient at that moment.

Brandon bit his lips and agreed to go. "Fine, I'll go with you!"

Soon, Brandon walked out of the room.

The two girls laying in the bed were stunned after witnessing the whole scene.

As soon as Brandon reached Carey's room, he took a deep breath, collected his forces, and kicked the door with all that he could.

A loud thud was heard.

Brandon winced with pain of his leg because of kicking the door too hard but even post this, the door only trembled, it didn't open.

Peter's eyes widened and he was speechless as he saw Brandon miserably fail at opening the door. "Brandon, can you even do it? Any chance you are already high by the wine you had? What a shame! You can't even open a single door!?"

Brandon was agitated; he kicked the door yet again.

With a loud bang, this time.

The door shook but didn't open.

After failing for the second time, Brandon thought he'd be a loser if he wouldn't be able to open even a single door. Ignoring the pain of his leg, he kicked the door again with all the strength that was left in him.

He was shocked and couldn't believe that he was unable to even open a door.

With a loud thud!

Bang!

This time, it didn't disappoint Brandon. However, to everyone's utter surprise, the room was empty.

"Nobody? Really?"

Brandon felt stupid. All that kicking for what? To find the room empty?!

After realizing that the room was empty, Peter was stunned. He didn't know what to do. After thinking for a few minutes, he called Carey over the phone.

Initially, he was afraid that people from The Rowen Group would be all around Carey, hence he chose to break the door rather than calling him. But now he was out of options. He had to call Carey in order to find him.

A beep was heard over the phone.

"This is Carey Wang. Who's on that side, please?"

The phone rang three times and was then picked up. A man who's voice sounded like that of a middle- aged person could be heard from the other end.

"Hello. I'm Peter Wang, the manager of Silverland Group. I would like to meet you now."

Peter lied about his position and jumped straight to the important part.

"Oh okay. Well, right now, I'm at the Golden Eagle, you can come over here if you'd like to see me."

The way he spoke, sounded fishy.

"All right."

Peter frowned and then hung up.

He could figure out from the phone call that Carey had been threatened.

"Brother, are you headed to the Golden Eagle, now?"

Brandon asked Peter with concern in his tone.

"Yeah, I'm going there. You stay here and deal with the things I'm leaving behind."

Peter nodded as he pointed towards the broken door.

"Wait, I'll come with you! I haven't gone out to relax for a long time.

The door is not a big deal. I can get that sorted with one phone call, "

Said Brandon. He then turned to the two ladies in the bed and instructed them, "Get ready, you're coming with us!"

Peter agreed to everything Brandon had said, As Brandon might help him solve his problems.

Brandon then made a phone call to take care of the broken door. Later, all four of them walked towards the elevator.

While walking, Peter suddenly frowned and acted differently. He abruptly turned around and kicked the door of one of the rooms.

His sudden action shocked all the other three people walking with him.

Did this guy have a thing for kicking doors? Why didn't he kick the previous door as well?

With a loud thud, the door opened with just one kick, which formed a stark contrast with Brandon's previous three kicks.

As soon as the door opened, they could see a woman kneeling down on the ground with most of her clothes looking messy and torn. Right in front of her, sat a young man in a chair who was pulling her hair with one of his hands while slapping her with another.

The sound of slapping was very loud and clear.

"I was wrong. I was very wrong. I wouldn't dare to do it again. Please spare me."

The woman begged, with teardrops rolling out of her eyes.

She struggled and begged to be set free. The whole was very awkward to watch.

"Wrong?

You bitch, do you have any clue how much shame did you throw my way and make me suffer?" The man looked furious.

"Even killing you wouldn't do justice to my hatred for you. I'll not only rape you, I'd make sure you'd be known to be the cheapest woman in the entire Golden City!"

The man told her, while slapping her face.

He was treating her like an animal, not a human.

Right when he was vigorously slapping her, he heard the sound of the door being opened. He was angry and agitated. He immediately turned around and shouted, "Who the fuck has the audacity to kick

my room? Do you want to die?"

As he roared in anger, he gazed at the door with his red horrendous eyes, as if he'd eat whoever walked through that door. However, when he figured out who actually was at the door, his expressions changed drastically.

"Peter Wang?!"

The man gnashed his teeth, with anger and disgust filled in his eyes.

"Frank, I thought that you were just a beast yesterday, but today, after seeing what you were doing, you don't even deserve to be a beast!"

Peter said out loud, looking straight into Peter's eyes.

The man was no one else but Frank. And the woman who Frank was beating, looked familiar as well. It was Beck's girlfriend, Phoebe or maybe it was time to say, ex-girlfriend.

Initially, Peter assumed that Phoebe had no self respect, as she was there to make an appointment with Frank, so, he sighed.

He never imagined for things to be like what they were at that moment. Obviously, Phoebe would definitely had been threatened by Frank, otherwise why would she walk inside that room and face all that abuse?

"Peter One! Get one thing straight. Now, she is my woman. I can treat her however the fuck I want to, you better stay out of it. Besides, whether I am a beast or worse, is none of your business to decide."

Frank clenched his fist and resisted punching Peter in the face.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He hated Peter extremely now. If he could overpower Peter, he would have already rushed into punching him.

"You piece of shit! You are such an arrogant man! My brother will handle you!"

Brandon rushed into the room after hearing these words. "So, you think you can fight me? Come, I will give you a chance. Go on call for help before I crush you under my feet."

Brandon arrogantly bellowed at the man, which perfectly performed his essence of rascal!

Frank was really furious and screamed at Brandon saying, "Brandon Chu, I know that you are a part of the Chu family in Golden City.

Though I can't afford to provoke you, there sure are people who can, you better beware and not act cocky!"

With a bang!

As soon as Frank finished his sentence, Brandon kicked him and laughed wildly. "What can you really do even if I act aggressive? Bite me! Fuck! Even after knowing that you can't afford to provoke me, you still dared to shout at me! Do you wish to die from my hands?"

Brandon continued to laugh loudly along with stamping Frank on his body. "Do you not know who I am?

You shouldn't dare to threaten me, I can literally stamp you to death!"

Frank was screaming out of pain but couldn't speak anything as he was hurting. But on the inside he was an angry mess. If he could, he would burn down everything that lay in front of him.