His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 948: Beat him up first, then talk_1

Chapter 948: Chapter 948: Beat him up first, then talk_1

Chapter 948

Wanda Wesley spoke in a neither cold nor warm tone, "We have already paid the medical expenses."

The long-faced man knitted his eyebrows into a ferocious arc, stating, "Medical expenses? That’s what you’re supposed to pay! Besides that, you still have to compensate us for our emotional distress!"

"Yes, especially since my brother was due to participate in a competition in a few days. Because of your employee’s use of violence, which resulted in a broken arm, he won’t be able to use it for a while. How do you plan to reconcile this?"

Wanda’s face remained expressionless: "How do you want to reconcile it?"

"Simple! The reward for the upcoming ranking competition is 200,000, you will compensate based on this amount! Otherwise..." his eyes swiveled as he looked around the room and concluded his statement: "Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to put you out of business."

"But don’t worry, I won’t resort to physical violence or vandalism, but I can surely make sure you shut down."

While he was speaking, the screen hanging on the wall suddenly lost signal, the ongoing television show was replaced by an article.

The striking red headline read in big, bold letters: Hidden Nooks uses gutter oil to deceive consumers!

The headline was accompanied by supporting images.

Another switch brought up a new article: Hidden Nooks forces consumption and commits violence against consumers!

This piece included even more pictures!

Yet another switch and there was another piece: Hidden Nooks discriminates against migrant workers!

Accompanying photos and videos were just as supposed, almost realistic in nature.

The long-faced man laughed, "Young boss, let this be a lesson for you. Never mess with someone who can control information."

A burst of laughter echoed throughout the room.

Chloe Collins saw Wanda’s eyes growing colder and signaled the manager with a gesture, whispering something into his ear.

The manager nodded and quietly led all the waiters out of the room.

In a short while, all the surveillance in the room had been turned off.

Wanda Wesley started cracking her knuckles while slightly twisting her neck, as though she was ready to warm up.

The laughter in the crowd grew louder.

They were pointing at her and laughing.

"If you’re scared, pay up!"

"Young boss, are you even of age? Setting up a shop at such a young age, you must not have had a taste of the real world yet, huh?"

Chloe leaned against the wall, coldly watching the group flaunting around.

Suddenly, she lifted her hand and snapped her fingers.

The next second, all the lights went out!

"Let’s give them a taste of their own medicine first."

After a few words wafted in the air, Chloe started to hear screams coming from not too far away.

"Ah ah ah, who’s lifting me up! Ah!"

"My hand!"

"Argh!"

"Don’t run! Stop running around!"

"Who the hell switched off the lights!"

One yell after another echoed around, Chloe remained indifferent, as if an invisible wall was separating her from what was happening next door, shielding her from everything.

She unwrapped the lollipop Alexander Foster had given her earlier and put it into her mouth. Then, she pulled out her phone and started playing a game, her face serene.

However, five minutes later, as soon as the lights came back on, she lifted her phone.

The camera was pointed at the people on the other side.

At that moment, some of the guys had already caught hold of Wanda and were about to hit her.

A flash of light passed, causing him to halt abruptly. Not just him, everyone else was also stunned by the sudden flash.

All of them turned to look in her direction. None of them had visible wounds, but they all held the pained expressions that come from being injured.

It was clear that the injuries were hidden.

From a distance, none of them seemed injured, instead, they appeared to be confidently domineering.

But Wanda Wesley was different.

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(End for today, see you tomorrow evening, good night.)