Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 918 Grady Quinlan

“Why's the place closed in broad daylight? Are you not doing business anymore?”

Looking in the direction of the voice, Donald saw a man in a brown leather jacket striding in arrogantly with a gang of underlings trailing behind him.

“Grady? How come you're here?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I was just about to ask for Grady's address, and he shows up on his own.

Grady had yet to grasp the gravity of the situation. He walked up to Ashton, casually patting the latter's head, and asked smugly, “I'm asking why is the place closed in broad daylight. Have you quit doing business or what? We've checked the money you handed in last month, and it's less than half of the profit I used to make when I managed the place! Can you even run this place? If you can't, then get lost. I can randomly pick any Tom, Dick, or Harry to replace you, and they'd be more useful than you!”

Although they were outwardly known as the second and third-in-command of the Razor Gang, Ashton and Grady were actually not on equal footing at all.

With a placating smile, Ashton addressed Grady, “Grady, building a loyal customer base takes time. Just grant me another two months. I assure you, I'll be able to contribute more funds by then.”

the profits you make for the next two months will be as scarce as it was

“Ash, don't blame me for not giving you any chances.

prompting one of his subordinates to hand him a small

“See this? If you circulate this stuff around this place, I guarantee that the

when he saw the substance

was trying to plead on his behalf, hoping Mr. Campbell will spare his

don't mess with this stuff. Tancred also promised that I wouldn't

“Screw you!”

kicked him squarely in the chest, causing him to topple onto the

snapped, “Tancred only gave you a chance because he values brotherhood. I didn't expect you to really think you're all that. You don't mess with this stuff, right? Very well. Igor, from now on, you're the third-in-command of Razor Gang. This

finished his tirade, he tossed the powder in his hand to one of his subordinates standing

didn't appear to be easy prey. His head was adorned with tattoos even more extravagant