Chapter 25
"You can't really blame me for making decisions on my own, can you?"
Song Zhenzhu has a thorough understanding of husbands like Wang Dekai.
Even without Alan Yager's unnecessary intervention, she had already decided to cut all ties with this scumbag today.
At that moment, he simply smiled kindly and shook his head at Alan Yager.
Don't worry, young man—it's actually the auntie who needs your help today. Thank you very much!
I know you probably come from a wealthy family and don't care much about that amount of money. But Sally Hill and I will find a way to repay you the million.
Auntie, I have only one request: please never let down our family's daughter, Sally Hill.
Well, since that's the case, I'll help Sally Hill solve her problem today.
In the end, even her mother misunderstood them, thinking that the two of them had an improper relationship.
To make matters worse, Song Zhenzhu also skillfully apologized, saying she needed to go inside and tidy up the room.
Only Alan Yager and Sally Hill remained in front of the house.
As if complaining that Alan Yager had been portraying their relationship in a negative light before her parents, Sally Hill gave him an annoyed look.
You scumbag! Don't think that just because you helped our family, I'll agree to your terms!
As for that million, I'll do whatever it takes to repay you.
"If you want to use that money to cover me up, go ahead—just dream it up!"
At times, Alan Yager truly has to admire Sally Hill's extraordinary imagination.
It made me realize that I needed to pay for her packaging.
I could clearly see Alan Yager shaking his head while holding his own head.
I've explained this to you many times – nothing happened between us last night.
Since you can't listen, I don't even bother caring what you're thinking.
If you really insist on paying back the money, just give me one hundred dollars!
As she listened to Alan Yager's final, utterly nonsensical remark, a big question mark arose in Sally Hill's mind.
"One hundred dollars? You just paid off our family's debt for us—wasn't that a million?"
When asked about Sally Hill's doubts, Alan Yegel simply shrugged indifferently.
"That's right—one million? Just one million Happy Beans!"
It turned out that the card Alan Yegel had just given to the mountain cat was a one-million-happy-bean recharge card for Penguin Games' Dou Dizhu game.
He's not some idiot; naturally, he couldn't hand over a million in cash to such an unscrupulous debt collector.
It was absolutely a waste—the recharge card I'd bought after saving money for two or three days was completely useless.
Just thinking about Alan Yager makes my whole body ache!
As for Alan Yager, his utterly imaginative move of using a million Happy Beans to pay off debts...
Sally Hill couldn't help but think it was absolutely bizarre.
Meanwhile, two kilometers away from Seattle's pedestrian street, at Tyson Financial's office.
Chairman Carlos Tyson is slamming a card onto his desk with force.
Looking at the mountain cat with gauze wrapped around its head, Carlos Tyson really wanted to cut open its skull to see if it could even use a toilet or flush water.
"What? Are you some fucking idiot?"
Laozi told you to collect the payment—so what exactly did you bring back? A million Happy Beans?
“ I ……”
Regarding Carlos Tyson's accusations, the Mountain Cat truly felt deeply aggrieved yet unable to voice his grievances.
Given the circumstances, Alan Yager faced a situation where a single punch could penetrate the bulldozer's cab.
How could a mountain cat even have time to react? It doesn't care what kind of card the other party throws at it.
Since the other party agreed to repay the money and he wouldn't face any punishment, he must have simply taken the card and fled.
Otherwise, would you keep it just for others to use as a punching bag?
Right now, the mountain cat is feeling extremely distressed.
"Mr.Cai, I really can't be blamed for this!"
That guy named Alan Yeger was absolutely despicable—he exploited my trust as a debt collection officer toward the debtor. It was with his Happy Bean top-up card that he pulled off this scam!
As he listened to the mountain cat's account, Carlos Tyson's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
"So the person who gave you this card is named Alan Yager?"
Carlos Tyson first uttered a question mark, then gave a cold laugh.
What a coincidence—today my son Jesse Tyson was beaten outside the Seattle Business School!
The perpetrator is also known as Alan Yager!
When Carlos Tyson made those remarks, the mountain cat—whose face had been filled with distress—suddenly exclaimed in delight, "Great!"
Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about how to deal with Alan Yager!
I never thought this clueless guy would actually go so far as to cause trouble right in Mr.Cai's face.
At that moment, despite the bandage covering its forehead, the mountain cat promptly volunteered to help.
Mr.Cai, please allow me to bring a few additional staff members—I'm determined to remove Alan Yager's teeth this time!
When Carlos Tyson heard the mountain cat's earnest attempt to make amends, he simply slapped his desk hard.
I'm going to take care of you, you filthy scoundrel!
We're all intellectuals—could we come up with some more refined ways to resolve this matter?
Carlos Tyson believed that rough guys like mountain cats simply couldn't comprehend his sophisticated culture of streetmanship.
At this moment, I simply don't feel like engaging in any pointless conversation with him.
As for Alan Yager, you don't need to concern yourself with him—he's merely a collateral son-in-law of the Klein family and won't cause any significant trouble.
According to Jesse Tyson, the school's head physician for student affairs is notoriously rigid—even when high-ranking officials visit, he shows them no respect whatsoever.
By then, I'll have Bright file a complaint with the attending physician at Seattle Business School's Department of Political Education. Not only is Rita Klein highly likely to be expelled, but even Alan Yager won't come out unscathed!
No matter how crude you may find the character of the mountain cat, you'll immediately recognize Carlos Tyson's clever two-pronged strategy.
On the spot, he immediately started flattery.
It's still Chairman Cai who's truly insightful. How could we mere mortals possibly understand the mindset of you lofty, soaring dragons?
After a few more words of flattery, the feline left the chairman's office at Tyson Financial.
Throughout the afternoon, Alan Yegel spent his days in a bizarre manner at the Nightlight Bar.
Finally, after feeling utterly bored, I waited until Belice Klein's workday ended and immediately drove to the Klein Family Group.
Unlike her usual routine, Belissa Klein didn't work overtime at the office today; instead, she left early.
Not for any other reason, but simply because I accidentally lent my car keys to Alan Yegel this morning.
As a result, she has to take the bus to work.
Well, now I'll just have to take the bus home again.
To be honest, no matter how down on their luck the Klein family was, Bethel Klein never once tried taking the bus to work.
Just as she was feeling somewhat troubled and preparing to head toward the bus stop, she suddenly heard a voice calling out from behind her.
Mr.Klein, General Manager, why didn't you drive to work today?
When she saw that the person calling her was Joshua Bird, HR Director of the Klein Family Group, Bethel Klein simply replied in a polite manner.
My car broke down and needed repairs, so I'll take the bus home today.
As he listened to Bethel Klein's words, Joshua Bird raised an eyebrow.
The car broke down – this is truly a perfect opportunity bestowed by heaven.
It's no secret that Belice Klein, the "Ice Rose" of Seattle, is the very reason all male employees in the Klein family group toss and turn at night.
Joshua Bird is no exception.
Belis Klein's car broke down today – that means I've got a chance to take her home.
Maybe we'll be in the car by then... "Hehehe!"
As he pictured that scene, a faint, lewd curve traced across Joshua Bird's lips.
