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!"

up an

everyone around the table that they had successfully taken over

came in was to beg him to flee and that their enemy was

Carlo was certainly humiliated!

asked Carlo just then, seeing how things were turning out contrary

all, he had invited various rich and important figures of Zamri

that Carlo Group was

to stay.

as everyone watched, begging

was that if not a

ashtray that Carlo threw out of the air, smiling

glares, he sat down on the chair

"Temper, temper, Mr. Barzini."

tongue, shaking his head. "There's no reason to get so bloodthirsty just because your son failed your bidding. Throwing an ashtray? What if it hits your boy's head and draws blood? Wouldn't

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