Chapter 1989

Surely there was no way that Frank was here to celebrate Carlo Group taking over Zamri Hospital, was there? Hence, the private room quickly turned awkwardly silent.

Bang!

Eventually, Carlo slammed his fist on the table, breaking the silence and causing all the tableware to shake. "What the hell is this, Fredo?!" he bellowed.

Seeing his father's murderous glare, Fredo looked like he could cry. "Dad... L-Let's just go back to the midlands!"

"What?!"

Carlo almost blew a fuse at his son's groveling and pointed at him as he huffed, "You piece of shit! I dare you to say it again!"

"Dad, I just want to survive! Let's just leave already!"

Fredo sobbed so loudly everyone in the room could hear him, even as he dropped to his knees in front of the table despite his father's furious glare. "M-Mr. Lawrence... He's beyond us... H-He..." However, Fredo was stuttering so badly that he just could not finish his own sentence.

"You piece of shit!"

looked around before picking up an ashtray, flinging it at

was hoping that his son would announce in front of everyone around the table that they

the brat said when he came in was to beg him

Carlo was certainly humiliated!

Barzini?" Geon asked Carlo just then, seeing how things were turning out contrary to what he expected.

he had invited various rich and important figures of Zamri here to welcome Carlo and

Carlo Group was

to stay.

running as everyone watched, begging

not a slap to Geon's

of

glares, he sat down on the chair which the waiter brought for Fredo and returned

"Temper, temper, Mr. Barzini."

because your son failed your bidding. Throwing an ashtray? What if it hits your boy's head and

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