The Mighty Fighter Is Back

Chapter 28: His Card Was Picked up

Nike said that coldly and decisively. His few words had determined Helen's fate.

Helen, her face suddenly turning pale, took a hurry step forward and said urgently in a trembling voice, "Mr. Clark, now I know I was wrong. I beg you, please spare me this time!"

"I dare not treat another guest like this again."

Nike couldn’t contain his anger; his face was as cold as ice and he said coldly, "If I spare you, then who will spare me?! Do you have any idea that the man could destroy me as easily as he killing an ant?"

"We dare not keep employees like you!"

Seeing their President getting so angry, the staff around were all taken aback and terrified.

It was the first time that they had seen their President lose his temper like this; at the moment everyone stayed alarmed and dared not say a word.

Looking at Helen, however, they all felt joyful inside their hearts.

Helen, arrogant and peculiar, with a big shot behind her, always bullied her colleagues. The latters were annoyed but dare not to speak out.

Now they were all jubilant to see Helen being punished.

Helen gritted her teeth and said indignantly, "Richard was my classmate, who was always a loser. He is absolutely not the owner of that card. The card must be picked up by him."

"Or that loser stole it; that's definitely not his real identity."

"Mr. Clark, don't fall for it--"

Before she could finish her words, Nike had already slapped her with great force in her face. Helen vomited blood and couldn’t finish her words.

Nike shivered with angry and thundered, "Helen, you indeed refuse to give up until all hope is gone. The supreme card is exactly the symbol of status!"

"How could they be lost when there are only two or three of them worldwide? And how could it be stolen?"

"You have offended the owner of the Supreme Dragon Credit Card and you don't even realize it. Let me tell you, you are courting death! This card will never be faked or lost."

"Get out of the bank right now. You're fired!"

Trembling all over, Helen felt desperate and anguished, tears streaming down her deathly pale face.

She knelt down in front of Nike suddenly, raised her hand and gave herself several slaps. Her face flushed red and she looked remorseful.

She begged in a trembling voice, "Mr. Clark! I beg for your mercy, I swear, I never dare do such things again!"

"Please, for the sake of the Miller family and James, spare me this time!"

"The Miller family? You threaten me with the Miller family? Compared with Mr. Thompson's power, the Miller family is nothing!"

Clark gazed at her coldly, “I can tell you, even if the king met that person, the king should treat him respectfully; the Miller family dare not offend him, so I am afraid they couldn't save you."

"Get out!”

Everyone was shocked at the statement. They couldn't believe what they had heard.

Even the king should treat him nicely?

How could the young man who dressed in shabby clothes have so much power?

Helen was stunned with wide eyes. Her heart was filled with despair.

Giving it a second thought, Nick became less intransigent, and said in a deep voice, “I will spare you this time out of James's sake. You are suspended at the moment. Go." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The owner of the Supreme Dragon Credit Card was too far away from him, just like the god in heaven.

But the Miller family, one of the top ten families in Evento, was like a wild dog by the feet, which would bit him if they were irritated, and the consequences would be too ghastly to imagine.

Nick wanted to please both sides, and neither of them would be offended.

Helen's eyes brightened. Yeah, James Miller! She seemed to have grabbed the last straw, and her heart lit up by the last hope.

Helen rose up from the ground, and called James immediately, murmuring in a trembling voice, “James, pick up the phone quickly."

At the moment, only the Miller family could save her!

As long as James intervened, she might be reinstated, and might even prove the card was picked up or stolen by Richard, exposing his faked identity.