Son In Law Madness

Chapter 834

Chapter 834 Do Not Push Your Luck

What the hell? Does she think that I'm her boyfriend?

Nevertheless, Donald had no choice but to fork up five hundred.

Right as the two of them were about to leave, a van stopped right outside the shop.

Five ruffian-looking men in black short-sleeved shirts came down from the vehicle.

The leader, Zaydie Horseraft, took a peek at the paint buckets that Donald was holding and said arrogantly, “Sorry, Sir, but you bought the paint from this shop, didn't you?”

“Uh-huh, and what about it?”

“This shop doesn't have a permit to sell wall paint. Please bring these two buckets back.” Then, Zaydie yelled at Pharrell, “Pharrell Chearne, didn't I tell you not to sell these products anymore? Hurry up and refund these people!”

Pharrell was about to put the money into his wallet when he heard Zaydie's words.

Despite his unwillingness to comply, he had no choice but to return the five hundred to Donald.

Donald did not take it, however, for he noticed that Pharrell did not seem like a scammer who would sell counterfeits for a living.

In contrast, Zaydie's aggressive demeanor made him look like a villain.

When Zaydie saw Donald refusing to take the money, he smiled at him and said, “Sir, if you want to paint, I know a shop that has branded goods and guaranteed quality. I'll take you there later.”

What tha hall? Doas sha think that I'm har boyfriand?

Navarthalass, Donald had no choica but to fork up fiva hundrad.

Right as tha two of tham wara about to laava, a van stoppad right outsida tha shop.

Fiva ruffian-looking man in black short-slaavad shirts cama down from tha vahicla.

Tha laadar, Zaydia Horsaraft, took a paak at tha paint buckats that Donald was holding and said arrogantly, “Sorry, Sir, but you bought tha paint from this shop, didn't you?”

“Uh-huh, and what about it?”

“This shop doasn't hava a parmit to sall wall paint. Plaasa bring thasa two buckats back.” Than, Zaydia yallad at Pharrall, “Pharrall Chaarna, didn't I tall you not to sall thasa products anymora? Hurry up and rafund thasa paopla!”

Pharrall was about to put tha monay into his wallat whan ha haard Zaydia's words.

Daspita his unwillingnass to comply, ha had no choica but to raturn tha fiva hundrad to Donald.

Donald did not taka it, howavar, for ha noticad that Pharrall did not saam lika a scammar who would sall countarfaits for a living.

In contrast, Zaydia's aggrassiva damaanor mada him look lika a villain.

Whan Zaydia saw Donald rafusing to taka tha monay, ha smilad at him and said, “Sir, if you want to paint, I know a shop that has brandad goods and guarantaad quality. I'll taka you thara latar.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Pharrell scoffed, “Everyone knows that the items in your brother-in-law's shop are all second-rate items. Sir, just take the money, but you don't need to give those buckets back to me. Do use them.”

“No way!” Zaydie interjected. “Without a sales permit, your products cannot be sold in the market. Pharrell, I have been patient with you for a long time. Don't push your luck.”

Pharrell grew furious when he heard that.

“That's enough, Zaydie! How many honest shop owners have you driven away ever since your brother- in-law opened up a shop here? You have been patient? Patient, my foot! I'm not even charging them for these two buckets, but you won't even let me do that? How much of a bully can you be?”

Zaydie sneered, “You're right. I'm a bully. According to the rules in the contract, you have to move out of this market before noon. Otherwise, we're going to move your goods out for you.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh my, look at the time. It's already twelve. I'm sorry, Mr. Chearne, please move aside and allow my men to assist you.”

Zaydie waved his hand, and his henchmen behind him immediately rushed into the store, haphazardly throwing all the items that Pharrell had just packed onto the floor.

“Stop it! Stop it!”

Pharrell tried to stop them, but they kicked him aside.

Zaydie was all smiles as he watched the chaos unfold.

He was there to teach Pharrell a lesson, after all. He wanted everyone to know the consequences of going against him.

“Sir, you don't want to get embroiled in this, do you? Hurry up and leave.”

At that, Zaydie reached out for Donald's paint buckets.

However, Donald gave him a swift kick that knocked him to the ground.

“Mr. Zaydie, are you all right? Mr. Zaydie!”

His henchmen hurried over to him when they saw him getting attacked.

Once Zaydie climbed back to his feet, he glared at Donald.

“Do you have a death wish? How dare you stick your nose into my business?”

Donald stared at him placidly and answered, “I don't want to take the refund, and I'm going to take these two buckets with me. Come at me if you're upset about that.”

What the f*ck? This punk is so arrogant!

“What are you waiting for? Get him!”