Money Only to Burn

Chapter 44

Cyril was sitting on the sofa at the Purple Golden Crown Villa. he was reviewing Ryan's background info which Natasha sent him.

"That guy must have good business sense. Ninety percent of his investments yielded excellent returns. I would never have guessed he was so diverse, "he thought.

Cyril knew Ryan would be very disappointed with today's loss and wanted to immediately make a plan to recoup his loss. He will not sit and wait. He will attack first.

At that moment, the phone rang. Rainee is calling.

"Cyril, Rebecca invited us to lunch at the Goodery Hotel tomorrow. He said Ryan wanted to apologize to us. Do you think we should go?

"Of course, let's go." Cyril smiled as he thought. "The bastard couldn't even wait one day until he tried to equalize the score."

"OK, I'll call Rebecca."

"Ryan must want revenge" Cyril thought.

"Natasha, try to find out everything you can about Hotel Goodery, including who manages it. I need to know as soon as possible. "This is clearly a trap and he will be prepared.

"Yes, Sir. Soon I do, sir."

Half an hour later, Natasha got the information.

"Sir, Hotel Goodery is owned by the Lawrence family. Ryan owns 40% of his property. The district is managed by Zaney Kernot.

"I know it's a trap." Cyril was furious. Lawrence will definitely have the advantage and perhaps the help of his partner.

Kernot is another factor that should be considered. He has worked with the Lawrence family for many years and is sure to have dealt with Ryan. Cyril recalls his relationship with Henry Zellweger and York Merlanga.

It was common for wealthy heirs to ask triads to solve problems. Ryan was arrogant enough to use that connection without considering the consequences.

"I need to call Hatcher" she thought.

"Hatchers. I have a little problem and need your help. I need to talk to someone in charge of the southern district. I might need their help tomorrow. "

"Yes, Sir! I'll have someone in your office this afternoon. If he can't help you, I will personally come to see you. "

"thank you. I appreciate his help. " Cyril hangs up the phone and goes back to reviewing Ryan's assets.

"Ryan's investment is impressive. How many of his assets do I have to take for him to kneel pleading?" his inner.

That would be something to look forward to - look forward to because it could expand its assets to expand its power.

Hatcher didn't take long to come. A middle-aged, overweight, and nervous-looking man appeared in the afternoon. Natasha immediately took him.

"Mr Woodley. I'm Mahdi Bennet from the southern district. I'm sure I can help you. Before working for the district, you just assumed I was involved in some underground activities. I still have about 200 people I can put for you. I'd be happy if they handled any business that you yourself would prefer not to get involved directly. I'm sure you'll be very satisfied with the results. "

It annoys Cyril that Mahdi, a gangster who has ravaged the southern district for over thirty years, seems so nervous. Mahdi wiped the sweat off his forehead as he spoke.

"Mahdi, why are you so nervous? What exactly did Hatcher tell you? Cyril was a little speechless as he thought, "Why does Hatcher think she needs to make the Mahdi fear me?"

"Natasha, please get me a towel for Mr. Bennett."

"Yes already. Tomorrow afternoon, take your men to the Goodery Hotel. I want the hotel surrounded and also some men pretending to be customers. I want you to be placed directly outside my private dining room. "

"I'll take care of it, sir!" Mahdi patted his chest, his eyes firm.

"good. I need your contact information and then you can leave."

Cyril entered Mahdi's contact information. He looked up at his head and was surprised to see the Mahdi still in his office. Mahdi took out an expensive box from his breast pocket and directly handed it to Cyril.

"Mr Woodley, take this sign of my appreciation."

Cyril smiled and thought, "There may be more Mahdi than I thought."

Cyril took the box, opened it, and saw a golden card. But there's a hippo head engraving on the front of the card. He thought, "What a weirdo?"

"What's this?"

"I started a network of shops and businesses in the southern district. This is a diamond membership card. You can enjoy VIP services from at least 70% of the stores that are part of the network. This card gives you a daily credit of $20,000 to use in one of the participating stores. No cost to you, of course. This card would make him one of the elites of the southern district. He can really get anything or do whatever he wants."

Mahdi was very determined to obtain his good graces. The card was a status symbol that even triads and gang leaders respected.

"Thank you, Mahdi. That attitude is very much to appreciate. Now go, "Say Cyril said as she placed the card in her pocket.

Possession of a diamond card will greatly increase its chances of success. He will be able to get or do what he wants without having to reveal his true identity. It was a very good turn of events.

The next day, Cyril picks up Joyce and Rainee and goes to the Goodery Hotel. On the way, Rainee felt a little uneasy.

"Cyril, you know Ryan must be plotting against you. Do you think it's good to have lunch with him? "

So it seems Rainee feels that Ryan has no good intentions.

"It's okay, I'm not worried. You know there's no one tougher than Joyce." Cyril glanced at the rearview mirror.

Joyce was meditating in the back seat.

"That's right. Even Ryan was afraid of Joyce. " Rainee looked relaxed as she glanced at Joyce.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Cyril saw a familiar plump figure. Mahdi said very politely: "Mr Woodley, everything is taken care of!"

"good. We'll go in first. Have your men disguised as customers follow us. I want them to be positioned as close as possible without drawing attention to themselves. I'll signal you if things get worse. Prepare the rest of your men to enter at my command.

"Yes, Mr. Woodley. Everyone is ready and ready.

They part ways, with Cyril heading to the hotel with Rainee in his arms.

Joyce followed quietly behind them observing the area.

There is tension in the air.