My Hidden Mafia Husband

Chapter 3 Crazy

It was 7 p.m.. Fred cautiously stepped out of the villa, gently closing the door behind him. He wore a pair of flip-flops as he rode his old bike out of the villa.

Fred took out his phone and made a call while pedaling away.

"Boss, aren't you being the house husband? What's up?" a male voice came from the other end. He was the young man who had visited Fred's villa earlier.

"Check if anyone has bothered my wife today!" Fred said in anger.

"Sure, boss, hold on, let me check for you..." The handsome young man's voice and the sound of typing were heard.

In less than thirty seconds, the handsome young man spoke, "Boss, I found out that the Foster Group and the Stone Group have cooperated on a real estate development. However, after the Foster Group invested some money, the Stone Group unilaterally terminated the cooperation. The president of the Stone Group requested your wife to go to the Stone Tower alone tonight. Perhaps this might make him to continue the collaboration."

Fred's veins bulged instantly as anger surged through him. "Targeting my wife? He's asking for death! Within ten seconds, send me the location and photos of that guy!"

As Fred hung up, the location information came through. The president of the Stone Group was currently in the Stone Tower.

The Stone Tower was located in the south of Eldoria with eleven floors. In the president's office on the top floor, thirty-year-old president Owen sat in a spacious chair, sipping on top-quality coffee as he looked at photos of Joyce on his computer screen.

Gazing at the beautiful woman in the photos, Owen smiled wickedly. "Playing with me? I'd like to see how capable you are, Joyce. Will you maintain your composure or will the ten billion you invested go to waste?"

Owen deliberately sabotaged the real estate project involving Joyce and made it clear to her that if she wanted to continue the development, she'd have to spend a night with him!

Sipping the coffee, Owen checked the time. He believed that within the next three hours, that perfect woman would be right in front of him.

And she was married, probably with a crap. After he was done with her, he'll go chat with that guy to see if he dared to complain.

Bang!

Just as Owen was lost in his delightful fantasies, his office door was kicked open.

The sound startled Owen, and he saw a young man in a white tank top and beach shorts standing before him.

Without hesitation, Owen yelled, "Who are you? Get out of here!"

"The one who's after your life!" Fred charged forward, grabbing Owen's short hair. Before Owen could react, Fred was already smashing down on Owen's head against the desk.

Owen didn't even have a chance to react before feeling an intense pain in his forehead. It was so excruciating that he was on the verge of passing out. A warm thing trickled down his forehead. It was his own blood.

Grabbing Owen by the hair, Fred casually threw the 200-pound Owen from his chair to the side.

Reaching out to touch his forehead, Owen felt the blood on his hand, driving him mad. Nobody had ever dared to treat him like this in his entire life!

Owen stared at Fred with a fierce glare, gritting his teeth. "Do you want to die?"

"Huh!" Fred chuckled lightly, raising his fist and slamming it fiercely onto the desk in front of him.

Owen saw that the desk with ten centimeters thick was punched through by the man before him!

The powerful punch made Owen swallow hard. What would happen if such a punch hit him? Thinking of this, Owen felt a bit scared. "Who are you? I've never crossed paths with you!"

Fred extended two fingers toward Owen. "Who I am doesn't matter. Now, here are your two options. First, stop your disgusting tactics against the Foster Group. Second, I'll kill you now. Your choice!"

Owen's fear dissipated upon hearing his words. So he was sent by the Foster Group.

Owen nonchalantly fixed his shirt collar, got up from the floor,

and wiped the blood from his forehead. Hesaid to Fred, "What if I say no? You want to kill me? Bring it on. I'll see if the money the Foster Group has given you is worth your life. Do you think you'll be alright after killing me?"

Owen didn't care about Fred's threats.

Fred looked enlightening. "Oh, right, you've just reminded me. Killing begets consequences. In that case, let's change the terms. Either you stop targeting the Foster Group, or I'll destroy your Stone Group. You have one minute to decide, starting now."

"Huh!" Owen couldn't help but sneer, eyeing Fred dressed in a white tank top and beach shorts. "Are you Kidding? You wanna destroy my Group? Do you think this world is governed by fists? No matter how strong you are, I can kill you with just one call!"

"Hush!" Fred made a hushing gesture to Owen as he dialed a number. He was speaking into the phone, "Hmm... In fifty seconds, if I don't contact you, just destroy the Stone Group. There are many ways to do it, choose one yourself."

"Damn! You're just bluffing!" Owen kicked his chair heavily. Although he regarded the young man's behavior as that of a clown, Fred's contemptuous look still made him dissatisfied.

"Although I don't know who you are, I'll give you two options as well. First, kneel down and apologize to me, then get out of my office. Second, I'll kill you right now, and I won't face any consequences. Your choice." Owen stared at Fred fiercely, "You have thirty seconds!"

"Thirty." A counting from Fred.