Chapter 224

He asked, with a lustful look.

Jo frown deepened, he was displeased with the way the man had welcomed him, and now, ogling Amanda.

“Is that why you fix the meeting?” he retorted angrily, Amanda shifted close to him, wishing to disappear before the obnoxious man.

“No, of course, but, your assistance is so pretty that I can't ignore, how about we make a deal, I will love to have her as one of my wife…”

“Enough!” Jo yelled haughtily, cutting him short, he took Amanda's hand, and glared at the fat man, who is still calmly sitting.

“I prefer not to partner with someone who objective women, and have no regard for a business partner, the deal is off” Jo said, and headed towards the door, holding Amanda's arm firmly.

The man sitting facial expression grimace “Mr. Jo, you don't have to be rash with your decisions, are you ready to throw millions of dollars, for your plaything?” he chirped in.

The atmosphere became tensed, Jo turned around, and the urge to grab his throat and force his words back surged, he ignored him and headed to the door.

Two burly men stood firmly at the door, forming a blockade, preventing Jo and Amanda to leave, Jo gritted his teeth, he wished, he had come with some guards as well.

He titled his head behind him, and saw the fat man raised his hands.

“I have no hand in that, my men, just don't want their master to lose out in that great beauty” he said with a corny smile.

Jo face darkened, “Mr., Sea, tell your men to step back” Jo said coldly.

“Why don't you sit so that we could talk, who knows? I might change my mind, and give you 80% and take 30%,” he suggested, and reclined in the sofa.

Jo glared at him “what if I don't?” he asked, giving him an askance look, the smile on Mr. Sea's face vanished.

“You left me with no choice, Jo, just know, it is your doing” he riposted.

Old Man Bill sat in the garden, flipping through magazines, Carl approached him from a distance, when he came close.

“Sir” he said.

Old Man Bill lifted his face, and saw the face of them man who had called out to him, “what is the matter, Carl?” he asked.

“Sir, Jeane's friend, Lucy has been kidnap by a teenager, I suppose, he is working with Sylvester, an archenemy, they are planning to lure her into their hide-out, and revenge” he reported.

Old Man Bill face sank, “where the fuck is my granddaughter? Move all the men, you must not let that motherfucker get hold of her” his voice loud, and his heart palpitated, he cringed inwardly when the idea of Sylvester holding Jeane hostage.

“Yes, Bill”

Carl responded, and left, ordering the underlining to follow, he made some calls, and many cars, escorted him out of the house.

Old Man Bill was still worried, he paced around the