CHAPTER NINE

The poor and timid Horace who swallowed all the insults and groveled at people's feet was dead and buried. He was now powerful enough to stand up to any bully.

Clenching his phone tightly, Horace closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He repeated the following words determinedly, "I'll no longer tolerate any oppression. Anyone that threatens me or tries to hurt the people I love will pay the price. It's time to fight back!"

Several minutes passed before he opened his eyes. There was a cold glint in them. An indifferent smirk was plastered at the corners of his mouth.

"Addy, I let you go last time, but you are so ungrateful. The battle line has been drawn. I'll kick your ass!" Horace declared, staring into space.

Outside the ICU, Harrison immediately put a call through to Richie. He asked him to investigate Warren's assets and to send some people that would accompany him to the River Hotel.

Richie was very efficient. He didn't slack off at all. It took him only ten minutes to complete the task.

Thirty minutes later, Harrison arrived at the River Hotel with five bodyguards dressed in black. These bodyguards were trained by the Grande family. Each of them was strong and skilled in fighting.

They were assigned to Harrison for his maximum protection.

"Mr. Harrison, you don't have to stress yourself in dealing with a mere nobody like him. We'll go and catch him," suggested one of the bodyguards.

"I know teaching him a lesson would be a piece of cake, but I want to do it myself and warn him that I'm not a man to be trifled with. Just make sure you don't reveal my identity while we are there!"

With these words, Harrison wore a clown mask. He didn't want to expose his true identity just yet.

Wealth usually comes with fame. And fame wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want anything to affect his normal life.

Judging by the story he heard about his father, money and power had turned him into a monster. His attitude was part of the things that led to the death of his biological mother.

Harrison didn't want to turn out like his father. All he wanted to do now was to shield his wife from any potential harm. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing after Addy threatened him with her life.

They left the hotel and went straight to the abandoned chemical plant in the western suburbs. The warehouse door was closed at this time.

Harrison kicked the door hard and waited for Warren to answer.

The iron door slowly opened from inside after a while.

Warren who had a smile, walked out with three strong men in blue uniforms.

The badge on their breast pockets showed that they were all workers of the Cloud Logistics Company.

The sight of the men standing outside the door with Harrison wearing a mask stunned Warren. His smile disappeared in an instant. "Who are you?" he asked in horror.

"Well, you can call me Mr. Harrison!"

Harrison gave him a hard kick and he stumbled back.

The Grande family's bodyguards swung into action immediately. They rushed into the warehouse and subdued the three workers with very little hassle.

"Mr. Harrison? I don't even know your family! He lied hastily. I'm Warren Moran, the son of the just Right logistics company. You'll get into big trouble if you harm me!" Warren struggled with a ferocious look on his face.

"Of course, I know that your father owns the Just Right logistics company. You are the exact person I'm looking for!"

Harrison gingerly locked the door and then walked up to Warren. He deliberately changed his voice, so his identity would remain hidden.

"What the hell do you want?"

Warren's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. His body also trembled. He could see that they were ill-intentioned. It was even scarier because they were outnumbered now. He would have peed in his pants if his family didn't own the company

Horace sat on a chair and crossed his legs. He then took out a piece of paper that was filled with words.

"Warren Moran, twenty-four years old, loves gambling and having sexual relations with married women. On the 15th of August last year, under the guise of promoting the employee named Alvin Lynch, you slept with his wife Camilla Lynch at the Alorith Hotel. Fast forward to the 14th of February this year, you got Dana Campbell drunk in the River Hotel and had sex with her. She is the wife of the head of the Sea Bank. On March 18th, you made an appointment with your sister-in-law, Zoya Moran under the guise that you would lend her some money for your brother's treatment. But like the beast that you are, you raped her in your car at the Phoenix Mountain..."

The list of married women that Warren had sexual relations with went on and on. Every detail from the date, time, and place was accurate.

Warren was shocked to the bones.

'Oh my God! How did this guy dig up such private information? Even the police would never be able to make such findings. Who the hell is this masked man?' He trembled as he racked his brain tirelessly.

"How... How did you obtain this information about me?" Warren couldn't help asking.

"How I find out is not important now. The most important thing is that I need to use this information to send you to jail where you belong!"

Harrison flicked the paper to taunt him.

"What do you want? Please tell me!" Addy pleaded as sheer panic and fear made his pupils contract.

"Well, I want to play two simple games with you," Harrison answered, stretching out two of his fingers.

"What games?"

"The first one is a Q&A game and the other is a dice-rolling game. You need to answer my question first. If you give me a wrong answer, you will be punished. Now to the first question. Do you prefer gambling or sleeping with married women?"

"I prefer sleeping with married women!" Warren blurted out.

"Wrong!"

The bodyguard close by gave him a dazing slap.