Chapter 95 - All External Help Failed (1/2)

At Cloud Manor…

In the living room, several bodyguards stood guard at the entrance, standing tall and solemn. An assistant in a black suit was checking Pei Yutang’s luggage.

Outside the French windows, the night was cloudy and dark. Pei Yucheng sat on the couch in loose, comfortable loungewear. He had a cigarette between his fingers and he looked relaxed.

Pei Yutang, who had knelt down next to his legs, was crying loudly. “Big Brother, I’m begging you. Please, just forgive me once. I won’t do it again…”

“President Pei, Third Young Master’s luggage is all ready. He can leave for Country Y at any time. I’ve also made arrangements for the school. It’s the private school you chose personally. It’s entirely enclosed, and the premises are secure. I can take care of the application tomorrow morning.” The assistant stood aside as he reported politely.

Pei Yutang glared fiercely at the assistant, as though he wanted to eat him up. “Damn you! I’m not going! I will rather die than go to that place!”

After Pei Yutang protested, he scrambled and moved toward Pei Nanxu. “Second Brother! Second Brother, save me! Say something! Help me change Big Brother’s mind!”

Pei Nanxu sighed softly and looked helplessly back at him. “Yutang, don’t you know Big Brother well enough? I have already said whatever I could. If I continue to plead on your behalf, it might backfire.”

Pei Yutang hastily asked, “Then how about Dad? Did you ask him?”

Pei Nanxu shook his head. “Dad said that it’s up to Big Brother to decide.”

Pei Yutang was utterly flabbergasted. “F*ck! Is he my father? He doesn’t even care about his son because he is too scared of Big Brother?”

Pei Yutang, who was at his wits’ end, had to plead with Pei Yucheng once again. “Big Brother, this incident was really an accident. That assh*le, Song Yaonan, really deserved a beating! That’s why I couldn’t suppress my anger in a drunken state. Can you please give me another chance on account of my good behavior in the past two years? Please, Big Brother…”

Pei Yucheng exhaled and blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. “Cheng Mo, take him there personally.”

His assistant bowed his head. “Yes, President.”