Love Comes To Me
Chapter 832: Isn't it an explicit robbery?

"You have just injured several of my employees, all of whom I have paid a lot of money for, and someone has to be responsible for the injuries. If you had left just now, I would have taken this dumb loss, but since you were so intent on staying, you must have been apologetic, right?"

Hector hooked his lips and smiled, not waiting for Bergerian to answer, he slowly and methodically raised his hand and compared a number, "So, one person compensate this amount, Mr Bergerian is rich and big, this number, I think, is not in the eyes."

Bergerian saw the numbers he was comparing and his face sank for a moment, not expecting Hector to pull a stunt like that on him!

He hated it so much that he jerked up from the sofa, unable to pretend any longer and simply tore his face off, "So what if I just beat up your man? Compensation? Is it possible that Mr Hector's company is having trouble making ends meet and is trying to extort money from me?"

Hector smiled coldly, glanced at the phone and said in a light voice: "Plus the five minutes and twenty-four seconds you came in and delayed my work, I seem to have known each other for years, so I'll wipe off the change for you, just five minutes, one million euros, a good deal."

Bergerian was exasperated enough to reach out and point at Hector, and was speechless for several seconds.

As if he hadn't seen it, without a trace of extra expression on his face, Hector said sternly, "Thomas, see the guest off." "Yes, Prince."

With a smile on his face and a straight posture, Thomas spoke to Bergerian, "Mr Bergerian, cheque or cash, please?"

...

Bergerian were stunned, their eyes full of disbelief.

Isn't this a blatant fucking robbery?

"Hector, you, you ..."

Bergerian was so angry he was gasping for breath and couldn't speak properly.

Hector clasped his fingers together and smiled coldly, "What? Can't afford it, so how about we call the police and deal with it? I think the officer would be very interested in what Mr Bergerian has done." Pushing the papers in front of him, Hector leaned back in his chair and looked at him meaningfully.

Bergerian is also smart enough to hear another meaning in Hector's words.

This is a threat to him!

He couldn't help but huff and puff, looking down at Hector with a condescending, oppressive look in his eyes.

Generally speaking, this overlooking angle is the most likely to cause psychological stress.

However, the person sitting opposite him is not an ordinary person.

That's Hector!

Even seated, Hector's imposing presence is staggeringly powerful.

Suddenly, Hector snorted, folded his legs and said idly, "Mr Bergerian, who has a lot of money, is so petty that it seems we should talk to a police officer."

"You ..."

Hector didn't even give him a chance to speak, raising his eyebrows gently and speaking slowly, "Do you think the police will replace out something unseemly even with the mud?" Bergerian's face turned blue in a flash.

However, soon, he gave another sarcastic laugh and deliberately pretended not to understand the meaning of Hector's words, "Then just get the police, I just beat up a few people, what can I replace out." Seeing him, Hector's face remained unchanged and he nodded thoughtfully, "Just a few hits? It seems that Mr Bergerian has decided that the police can't replace out about your institute?"

He paused briefly in his words and continued unhurriedly, "For example, a virus."

At the last two words, Bergerian's spine straightened, his pupils tightened and his eyes fell on Hector like a poisonous scorpion.

Hector met his gaze, his face bland, as if he had just told a joke off the cuff.

The air in the office was as solid as if it had frozen.

The corners of Thomas' mouth tugged up in a faint curve, the meaning in his eyes unclear.

Halfway through the day, Bergerian slowly relaxed, narrowed his eyes at Hector and smiled cloudily.

"Mr Hector is such a joker."

"I never joke." Hector smiled back, a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "And, true to his word."

...

For a moment, Bergerian held back and held back, still unable to hold back his anger, his hands clenched into fists as he glared angrily at Hector.

He had known that Hector was not a man to be messed with, and it's not as if he hadn't suffered at Hector's hands before.

Today, however, I still couldn't sit still and couldn't wait to see the joke when I saw that things were almost done.

Unexpectedly, the stone was lifted and fell on its own feet.

It was as if Hector didn't feel his anger, his face remained the same, but the air pressure around him was lower, screaming.

He tried his best to suppress his anger and smiled, "Mr Hector, my institute is practicing medicine and saving lives, doing great medical works, how can the police be interested in that! Don't make jokes about me." "Just try it and see." Hector said gently.

Bergerian almost spat blood, his face shifting, before he finally had to compromise, "The police are busy, let's not bother them. The cheque is right, I'll give it."

With that, he took the cheque out of his pocket, took a pen and filled in a long list of numbers.

Bite your tongue, 50, 000 Euros for an employee and a million Euros for your time.

Heh, his Hector's time is precious as hell and the staff are golden lumps hired from who knows where.

But, no matter how reluctant he was, Bergerian had to bite the bullet and take the loss.

But...

In the future, Hector won't be able to get away with it, and he'll always get it back.

Bergerian filled out the cheque, handed it to Thomas and, without even pretending to be superficial, gave Hector a grim look, turned and headed out the door.

As he reached the door, he stopped and turned back, "Mr Hector, I will never forget your hospitality today, and I will repay it when I have the chance." Gritting his teeth, he threw this down and set off.

Hector's face was devoid of a single superfluous expression as he picked up the papers on his desk and read them carefully. Thomas with the cheque: "..."

He was now in a complicated state of mind, and someone could tell him what had just happened.

He felt that he was losing track of his prince's thinking.

"Prince," Thomas finally asked, not able to resist, in some disbelief, "the Bergerian just let go?"

"What else, what did you expect?" Hector glanced at him and said faintly.

Thomas put the cheque in his hand on the table with a complicated expression and an even more, very one-sided tone.

"Did he come specifically... to give us money?"

What kind of money spinner is this?

When he barged into the office like a proud male peacock, he thought Bergerian was up to something big.

Who would have thought that with a few words from Hector, he would have thrown up his hands and written such a cheque.

But, naturally, such a small amount of money was not in the sight of their prince.

A coldness seeped out of the edge of Hector's thin lips and he gently hooked his lips, "Naturally he's not here to deliver money, but he just has a ghost in his heart." Thomas was a bit of a catch, "Prince, do you think that this time when the company is in trouble, it could possibly be related to Bergerian?"

The man is extremely cunning and powerful, and his roots are so intertwined that it couldn't be easier to make a move.

Hector gave him a wistful look and said absently, "It's not a question of maybe, it's definitely something to do with him."