The Abandoned Husband Dominates

Chapter 219: Highest Level Of Playing Someone Out

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In the abandoned factory in the suburbs of New York City.

Tim recounted and then said, “I don’t know what Arnold meant by ‘hitting the board to score’. I simply just wanted to irk you.”

Smack!

Jordan slapped him again, feeling really disgusted by Tim, who had put Jordan through a torturous time in those ten minutes.

“I didn’t expect this matter to be a plan devised by you and Arnold. Hmph, you guys are really brazen to fool me like this!”

Jordan was enraged. He wouldn’t just let it go!

“Take out your phone,” Jordan said to Tim.

“Sir, what do you want my cell phone for?” Tim did not take it out immediately.

Pablo kicked him and snapped, “Bring it here as you are told! Don’t say nonsense!”

Tim was not a malicious crook, but he had a foul mouth and was too talkative.

However, when it comes to bad guys like Pablo, one would have to be beaten up once for even word of nonsense.

Tim did not dare spout any more nonsense and hurriedly took out his cell phone, which he respectfully handed to Jordan.

“Password.” Jordan said coldly.

Tim learned his lesson this time, “The password is 455667. What do you want to do with it?”

Jordan laughed and retorted, “Don’t you like playing me out? I’ll let you have a taste of your own medicine.”

Jordan said to Pablo, “Get a man to come over and take an intimate photo with Tim, then post it on Instagram.”

“You can kill me, but you can’t insult

he didn’t resist to protect his

smoothly. Afterward, it was

out! I

had many followers, so there was an uproar

would definitely make a

wouldn’t be able to

that wasn’t the

Soon, Tim’s father called.

loudspeaker button and then made Tim answer

“Dad.”

immediately. “You beast! What the hell is that thing posted on Instagram? Hurry up and delete

colleagues have your Instagram.

to his father, but he looked up at

said, “Dad! I’m not playing,

sorry, Dad, I’m sorry,

as he

of the phone, Tim’s father suddenly seemed to be out of breath. “You… you… you

after

“Son.”

is going on? Didn’t

you about before, were all lies. ‘I’m sorry, Mom, for bringing

Tim said, the smoother his speech was. He had nothing to lose anyway, and he could just

felt that Jordan’s approach was not ruthless enough as it did not hurt

about this when you’re back. Go spend time with your boyfriend and

she hung up the

“Hahahahah…”

and his underlings couldn’t help but burst into

said to Tim, “Kid, you have to thank Mr. Jordan. If it wasn’t for him, you

teased, “You’re awesome,