Playing Games
The horn of a ship suddenly blasted and when Vinson turned in its direction, a massive vessel with its
deck loaded with containers was spotted leaning in toward the shore.
In response to it, Luke remarked, “I’m afraid those trucks that I’ve brought along aren’t quite going to be
enough for the job. I may have to go borrow a couple more.”
Trevor was still under the impression that it was his goods that the former was talking about. “You won’t
have to trouble yourself. My company has trucks, lots of them. Just let us know when you need them,
and I’ll have every bit of material sent over to you directly.”
“That’ll be too much trouble to ask of you. But we can’t wait, you see, as we’ll be needing those trucks
right away,” Luke said with a laugh.
Trevor’s eyes fogged over. “Would your construction site be operating overnight? Are your workers
going to work at this hour as well?”
Once more, Luke let out a boisterous hoot. “You seem to have misunderstood, Mr. Larson.”
“Whatever do you mean? Aren’t we going to transport my building materials to your worksite?” asked a
befuddled Trevor.
“Not exactly.” Luke purposefully beat about the bush as he pointed toward the large shipping vessel
that docked just in front of them. “You’re right to assume that we’d need your help with the logistics, but
the materials that we’ll be transporting aren’t yours. It’s those over there.”
When Trevor lifted his eyes to look, he saw that it was an ocean liner emblazoned with the name of an
Epean construction company that was coming in to dock.
“T-This…”
Having had his fun, Luke finally decided to drop the bomb on his counterpart. “Don’t take me for a fool,
Trevor Larson! You’ve intentionally bought out the stockpiles and construction materials producers to
prevent me from completing my project. Bet you didn’t expect that Mr. Nightshire had no intentions to
source materials locally right from the start. Hence, we’ve already had materials created with the most
cutting-edge technology shipped from Epea. Not only are they turbulent-proof and flood-resistant, but
they are also of excellent quality as well as affordable. As for you, expect to sink with your hoard!”
“W-What?”
The thunderstruck Trevor’s face turned pallid.
Luke felt a rush of tremendous gratification inside and continued to rub it into Trevor’s face. “Didn’t you
say you wanted to lend us some trucks, Mr. Larson? Now you can. Lunch’s on me next time, eh?” he
said while he patted Trevor on the back.
In shock and outrage, Trevor swatted Luke’s hand out of the way and strode right for Vinson. But
before he could get close enough, he found himself intercepted by Vinson’s bodyguards.
Unable to advance any further, he could only holler at the top of his lungs. “Vinson Nightshire! Are you
going to pull this on me after you’ve accepted my gift? You’re toying with me on purpose, aren’t you?”
At this moment, Trevor had completely forgotten about how much he actually dreaded Vinson. His
head was in flux as though he had been buzzing in his ear.
Vinson met Trevor’s eyes with his own frigid gaze. All he saw in the latter was the fruitless struggle of a
roach.
“You?”
He repeated what Trevor said until he lowered his gaze into a cackle.
“It’s kind of refreshing to learn how every Tom, Dick, and Harry now seem to believe that they could
dictate terms to me.”
He tilted his chin, and his discerning bodyguard went on to kick Trevor’s shin with force.
Trevor yelped in pain, and his legs gave way underneath, causing him to fall to his knees before
Vinson.
Vinson strode forward and loomed over him.
“Standing me up and trying to play games with me? Do you think that the Greenes still run Horington?
Wouldn’t you like to know what kind of hellhole Mr. Greene is in right now?”
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