Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 303

Chapter 303 Arrogance

Curtis smiled faintly. “It’s not exactly a secret, so there are plenty of ways to find out. We’ll talk about that later. I’m here today to ask you about something else.”

Gabriel immediately took out a document.

Curtis took it from Gabriel and handed it to Yamazaki with a cold look in his eyes. “Do you know your lackeys are murdering for money?”

Yamazaki denied it instantly, “That’s impossible! My men are obedient and will never break the rules! As for you, you’re younger than me, yet you’ve been nothing but rude since you got here.”

“Mr. Yamazaki, this is me being nice. Why don’t you take a look at the document first?” It was true. If it were anyone else, Curtis wouldn’t be so polite after waiting for so long.

Yamazaki was unhappy with the way Curtis was behaving. Why is he acting as if he owns the place?

Despite that, Yamazaki passed the cue stick to his subordinate and started flipping through the document. A few seconds later, his expression darkened out of anger.

Curtis looked at him and said coldly, “Mr. Yamazaki, your men planned a robbery and accepted a hundred million to kill my wife. I heard you’ve stopped doing such nasty business, and you’re only managing several clubhouses and race courses now. So what’s with your lackeys? Please give me a good explanation.”

“Find out what’s going on!” Yamazaki yelled at the subordinate next to him.

“There’s no need for that. We’ve already looked into it,” Gabriel said in fluent Jetroinian as he stepped forward. Then, he continued, “This is the list of men involved in the theft. There were eight people in

total, but seven died. As for the last person, he ran away with a bag full of jewelry. After some investigation, he returned to Momo Club at one o’clock in the morning.”

Yamazaki didn’t expect Gabriel to have found everything out in such a short time.

It’s as if they are here to arrest someone.

After he glanced at the name list, his face darkened even more. He then whispered to one of his bodyguards.

Right after that, the bodyguard walked out of the room.

Meanwhile, two other bodyguards helped to clear the reception area, and Yamazaki invited Curtis to take a seat there. One of the subordinates even poured a glass of brandy for Curtis and Gabriel.

Yamazaki rested an arm on the couch. “Don’t worry. I’ll deal with this and give you a good explanation.”

There was a hint of arrogance in his voice.

Curtis didn’t mind it, nor did he drink the brandy.

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A little more than ten minutes later, the bodyguard who walked out earlier brought a young man in a floral shirt with a tattooed arm into the room. The latter’s face was slightly bruised.

The next moment, the bodyguard threw the young man at Yamazaki’s feet.

Yamazaki was fuming with anger at that time. When the young man saw Yamazaki’s face, he cowered slightly. “Y-Yama—”

“Don’t call me that! You’re unworthy to say that name! How dare you kill for money?” Yamazaki yelled and kicked the young man to the carpet.

Gabriel translated the Jetroinian conversation to Curtis as fast as he could.

Immediately, the young man got up from the ground and kneeled in front of Yamazaki. “Yama, I-I didn’t have a choice. I’ve got hundreds of millions of debts at the race course—”

The one hundred million in Anglandurn currency had just been too tempting.

At that moment, he saw Curtis and Gabriel sitting on the couch. Hmm? Who are they? One has a dignified aura, and the other with glasses seems to be some sort of assistant.

He got a little curious and asked, “Yama, who are they?”

“They’re here to demand an explanation! The person you were asked to kill is his wife!” Yamazaki snapped coldly.

Hmph! We’re in Jetroina, and I have Yama to back me up. The young man’s face twitched slightly when he said, “It’s fine as long as I apologize, right? I admit I wasn’t thinking then.”

After that, he muttered unhappily, “Besides, isn’t his wife alive and well? On the contrary, my seven comrades had died! At worst, I’ll give him half of the hundred million. I’m really unlucky!”

Yamazaki’s face changed instantly, and he cursed the young man in his heart when he heard what the latter said. Before he could say anything, Gabriel had already translated everything to Curtis.

Curtis’ gaze turned icy as he got up from the couch and walked over before crouching in front of the young man. His terrifying aura caused the young man to gulp involuntarily.

Curtis looked at the young man’s hands and said in a plain tone, “Gabriel, ask him.”

“Okay, Mr. Faymon,” Gabriel replied as he understood what Curtis meant. The next moment, he walked over and asked the young man politely, “Mr. Faymon wishes to know which hand you used to fire the gun yesterday.”

“I-I didn’t do it. I-It was someone else who fired the gun. I-I was k-keeping the diamonds—”

Gabriel asked gently, “Mister, if you cooperate, you won’t suffer as much. Why don’t you think harder? Which hand did you use to hold the gun?”

The young man was trembling out of fear because of Curtis. He wanted to get Yamazaki’s help, but Curtis grabbed his hair and forced him to look at himself.

The look in Curtis’ eyes was akin to a demon’s. Taking in that expression, the man trembled and stuttered even more.

“I-It was my l-left hand—”

“Oh, so you’re a leftie.” Gabriel nodded and turned to whisper in Curtis’ ear.

Curtis smirked and abruptly pressed the young man’s left hand on the carpet. In the next instant, he took the fruit knife from the coffee table and stabbed the back of the man’s hand.

The man cried out in agony as blood flowed out from the wound.

Yamazaki was stunned when he saw that. He never imagined anyone would dare to do anything like that in his territory, especially to his men. The next second, he leaped from the couch in anger.

“What is the meaning of this, Mr. Faymon? I’ll deal with my men myself if they did anything wrong! You didn’t have to do that!” Yamazaki thundered with a grim expression.

With a glance, the seven to eight bodyguards at the side surrounded Curtis and Gabriel.

Gabriel moved into a defensive stance. “Don’t worry about me, Mr. Faymon. I’ll be okay! I’ve learned combat arts for two years, so I can fight two people at once.”

Curtis’ face darkened. “Who the f*ck asked you to fight?”

“We’re not? But they’re coming up at us,” Gabriel mumbled as he scratched his head.

Curtis pulled the chatty Gabriel away and confronted Yamazaki with a cold gaze. “Mr. Yamazaki, I’m just teaching your lackey some manners.”

Yamazaki snapped angrily, “Young man, you’re too arrogant! You’re not respecting me at all!”

“It depends. I’ll respect you if you’re being reasonable. If you’re being biased, there’s no need for me to be nice to you anymore,” Curtis said indifferently.

“You—”

Curtis threw a document toward Yamazaki and said in a dark tone. “I want both his hands broken. Your men will send him to prison, where he will be sentenced to life imprisonment. If you don’t have time for that, my men will be more than happy to help.”

When Yamazaki heard that, he trembled from the extent of his fury.

As someone influential on both sides of the law, everyone respected him and didn’t dare to offend him even after he stopped involving himself in the underworld. How dare this young man disrespect me and attack my man?