765: What Kind of Grudge

What Kind of Grudge

His words were arrogant. But, with his background, he had the right to be arrogant too.0

However, this was the Southern Province. Hotel Caesar wasn't a typical five-star hotel and their secret boss wasn't a simple person either. Xia Jinyuan opened his room using a VIP card. Hence, the hotel would never reveal his information to anyone.

The men were very rough and fierce as they surrounded the reception. The lobby manager tried to calm them down while giving Ye Jian a call. At the same time, he reported the issue to the manager of the hotel to prevent it from going out of hand.

What was Ye Jian doing? She was using the hairdryer to blow her undergarments dry in her room!

After picking up the call, she smiled and said, "I understand. Also, please send my dinner up. Thank you." If they really found her, she needed to have the energy to fight with them.

In her past life, she was afraid of Sun Yaozu. This time, there was no need to be afraid.

Xia Yiwei had also received the call from the hotel's boss. She was still in her office and hadn't ended her work. After listening to what had happened, she said with interest, "Young Master Hou, is there a need to ask me about such a small issue? You're a famous person in your line of work. You can take care of this small matter."

"It's rare that my younger brother used my card. Thus, he intentionally brought the lady to your hotel with the idea of protecting her. Young Master Hou, you can do whatever you want. I'm still working so I'll be hanging up."

As the secretary of the governor of the Southern Province, Xia Yiwei was polite to everyone. However, her sarcastic tone was apparent when she spoke to the secret boss of Hotel Caesar.

The moment the call ended, the man sitting in the car smiled. As the secret boss of Hotel Caesar, as the famous Hou Zi of the mafia world, only Xia Yiwei had the guts to hang up his call so abruptly.

He told the driver, "Check who's creating trouble in my territory. Bring some men and guns to give them a warning."

In the mafia world, their methods of handling these troublesome fellows were straightforward. It was the best way to suppress them too.

The moment the people and the guns appeared, Sun Yaozu knew that this hotel wasn't a place he could create trouble in. He was also part of the mafia world, so he knew his limits and stopped immediately when he should. There wasn't any ounce of unwillingness detected from him.

After he closed the door, he smashed the cups in the hotel room and said furiously to Grandma Ye, "Mom, when do you think I can take revenge for my eye? I have been waiting for more than ten years!"

"The person is in the hotel. If you want to gouge her eyes out, I will not stop you." Grandma Ye wasn't afraid of her son-in-law at all. She smiled and said, "I didn't expect her to become a disaster for us. I wanted to use your brother-in-law to groom her into a useless person so that I can answer to Zhixiang but your brother-in-law isn't reliable. She became such an outstanding person instead!"

While she was speaking, Ye Zhifan's family hadn't left!

Ye Ying was terrified as she listened to everything. So her uncle's eyes had something to do with Ye Jian. No, not with Ye Jian. It was Ye Jian's mother!

Why did she only know of this piece of good news now? If she knew it earlier, she wouldn't have attacked Ye Jian so impatiently! She would just wait for her aunt's family to do it!

Sun Yaozu glared at Ye Zhifan and said in a ruthless tone, "Brother-in-law, that time, you guaranteed that the little girl would never achieve anything if she were raised under you! What should we do now? Her mother blinded my eye. If I don't blind both of her daughter's eyes, who else can I take my revenge on?"

"I will not stop you from taking revenge. She's in the hotel. Just like what mom said, if you're not afraid, you can go over now." Ye Zhifan wasn't afraid of his brother-in-law any more. After all, he was a government official and had someone supporting him secretly. Was there a need for him to be afraid of a… fugitive?

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