Money Only to Burn

Chapter 77

The darkness fell, accompanied by a cold night wind.

Cyril lay in the tent comfortably. He's in no hurry to get out of there.

"Wesley and his gang could enjoy the cold mountain breeze for a while!" Cyril chuckled.he wasn't nervous at all.

Instead, Wesley who was hiding not far from Cyril's tent was getting irritated.

Feeling cold from the mountain breeze, he started sneezing.

Wesley tried to suppress his sneezing by pinching his nose. He would probably catch a cold if he stayed outside for longer.

"Are you okay?" Fat***LarTy next to him asked a familiar snob.

"I'm fine. Correcting Cyril is the most important. When he comes out, let's break his limbs. " Wesley reminded me again.

It was a once in a lifetime chance to take revenge on Cyril, cold was nothing.

After three hours, Cyril looked at the time.

It's past midnight.

"It's time to lure them out" Cyril smiled cunningly.he exited the tent alone, pretending to head to the toilet.

Seeing Cyril appear, Wesley who was hiding in the bushes was overjoyed.

"Finally!!!! My time for revenge has come. " Wesley watched Cyril walk closer, his heart pounding!

Once and for all, he could finally avenge all of his insults today!

"Come brothers! Let's go! Around Cyril! " Wesley told Fat***Larry beside him when he saw that Cyri was only 15 feet away from them.

Upon hearing this, Fat*** Larry moved quickly with his men.

Within two minutes, Cyril was surrounded by over twenty people. There's no way to escape.

"Cyril, you're finally stuck in my hands!" Wesley laughed as he jumped out of the bushes with an arrogant look.

"Wesley, what are you doing not sleeping in the middle of the night? Why are you here? " Cyril asked even though she was well aware of the reason.

He was calm with no alarm.

"Why can I be here? To break your limbs! I'm done tolerating you. Today, we'll settle the score. Time now, Fat*** Larry, break the nail!" Wesley shouted his orders to Fat***Larry with emotion.

However, the latter did not move.

Wesley Walters thought that Fatty Luo did not hear him clearly, so he shouted again.

"Fat** Larry, quickly break Cyril's limbs! Remember, this is what Mr. Quinn ordered!

"Who are you?! Who are you to start yelling orders at me! " Fat***Larry finally stopped pretending.

With a frown on his face, he gave a hard slap across Wesley's face.

Wesley.

What the hell are you doing?

Even thought he was slapped, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a friendly manner.

"Larry, let's follow and execute Mr. Yve's orders quickly. How about that?! "

"What empty egg are you growing? You don't think I know that? " Fat***Larry slapped Wesley again as he said that.

Wesley's face is now swollen.

"Fat*** Larry, are you crazy!? Mr. Quinn ordered us to beat up Cyril, not me! Why did you hit me? " Wesley was freaking out.

There are twenty more men with Fat***Larry. There's no way Wesley can fight them.

"You broke your limbs!

Come on one man, let's break this guy's limbs that can't stop talking.

After hearing Fat** Larry's orders, all twenty people started hitting Wesley.

"Stop!" Cyril shouted in a crucial moment.

Everyone stop. Lying on the ground, Wesley clung to his head, covered in bruises.

"Wesley, you think you can take me down? You're too naive. " Cyril laughing.

He then turned around and headed down the mountain with Fat***Larry and his men.

Cyril just wanted to teach Wesley a lesson because he helped Yves.

After all, he had no assets to his name. The lessons are good enough. Yves is the main person to deal with.

At the time, Yves was sneaking in with two of Fat's *** Larry's men around the foot of the mountain. They managed to find the bus where Mullen and the crew slept.

Yves tried to push the bus door but found that it was tightly locked. He immediately instructed the two men in a firm voice.

"Dismantle the bus door! Quickly quickly! "Yves was getting impatient.

The thought of getting Mullen made his adrenaline overdrive.

"Yes, Mr. Quinn!" The two men each had steel bars in their hands.

After looking at each other, they did not move forward to prying at the door of the bus.

Instead, they took a step back

concomitantly.

What kind of person is this, they don't understand orders?

However, the two men did not move.

Instead, the bus door opened.

Before he could react, a slim figure appeared in front of him, with arms outstretched, Yves was captured in a tight grip by the neck.

"You're so slow. I fell asleep waiting for you. " Say Joyce yawning and closing the bus door.

Mullen and Jane are still unaware of the attack.

Cyril did not want to make them worry from a good night's sleep so he did not tell them.

He just sent Joyce to protect them.

"You, who are you?" Yves felt discomfort.

"The one who will throw you away." Joyce replied, then gave her a hard slap, making her newly recovered cheeks red and swollen.

"Fuck you! You dare hit me! You know who I am? The Pascal Family from the Capital! You're courting death if you dare to raise a finger at me!" Yves roared hysterically.

"Oh really?"

from far away, there was a familiar voice, in the middle of the noise many footsteps. Yves was trembling hearing this. This familiar voice..who is it? CYRIL!!

Wasn't he already disabled by Wesley and Fat** Larry? How could he be here!?

Yves is shocked!

Cyril out of the dark with Fat** Larry. Behind them was Fat***'s twenty-plus old Larry, it was an intimidating sight.

"Fat***, you took my money. Now you will retract your words?! " Yves is not stupid. He knows what's going on.

"Sorry Mr. Quinn. I've always had one master, Mr. Woodley. You sent yourself to my doorstep, of course, I accepted your offer. " Larry's Fat Ass scoffed.

"What's? Whahuh? How can?!" Yves surprised.

He thinks the plan is flawless. How could what he had planned be so clear to others?!

Which means he has been watched and fooled?!

"that's not possible. I, the heir to the Pascal family, was fooled?! Quinn felt defeated, her confidence shattered right then and there.

When he doubted himself, Fat*** Larry secretly gestured for his men to surround him.

"Mr Quinn, I hear you have a lot of assets in your name"

"What should my assets do with you?" Yves replied stubbornly, unaware of Cyril's true intentions.

"Alright, if you want your limbs intact when you leave, I suggest that you transfer all those shareholdings to me by signing these documents." Cyril said

as Joyce pulled out the document and pushed it in front of Yves.

"What??!! Share transfer agreement? You must be crazy!!! " Yves didn't even bother looking.

He spreads the covenant on the ground with

hand push.

"This beggar must have gone mad, how could he imagine that he could get away with this trick?! He must be kidding, " thought Yves.

"Alright, it seems like you're still not really clear about the situation or you don't believe I can break your limbs.. "Cyril pointed at Joyce.

Joyce broke one of Yves' arms. All there is, is the sound of cracks.

Yves' arm limp.

Yves turned pale in an instant, screaming in pain while holding "I gave it five minutes. If you still don't sign the agreement, I'll make you a eunuch!" Cold cyril.

"C... Cy... Cyril... aren't you afraid of revenge from the Pascal family?"

Yves stayed. It was his last choice but Cyril did not care.

Who cares about Pascal?

"Five" Cyril began counting.

"

Four"

"Three"

"Two" at this time, Cyril took out a dagger.

Under dusk, moonlight shone on it, reflecting a chill. Thoughts flowed quickly in Yves' mind.

If he lost everything in his name, he would lose all standing in the family and among the wealthy nobles.

He would never be forgiven by his family for releasing so many assets overnight.

Yet to lose his manhood. He told himself that he could always come back and get it all back.

"One" Cyril finished counting. And Yves has made his decision.

"I'll sign, Cyril! You won!" Yves used his other arm to sign all contracts laid on the ground as he tolerated the pain of a broken arm.

This asset is worth a billion!

He lost it overnight. He was traumatized.