It did not hurt when the laptop hit him, but it did break Erik’s last line of defense.
He howled and screamed, “That’s impossible! This was years ago. How could they have taken this video?!”
“What else is impossible!?” Brad pointed at Erik, livid with anger.
“Were you still expecting to hide such a disgraceful thing after doing it?! Even Old Master Turner has received a copy. What are you going to do now?!”
Even his wife’s complexion had turned pale. She said in a hurry, “Brad, if Old Master learns that Erik took drugs and did such a disgraceful thing, he’ll drive us out of the house for sure. Hurry up and think of a way.”
Brad roared, “Think of a way? What can I possibly come up with? I’ll suffer too, not just this idiot!”
“You know how aggressive your uncles are at fighting with me. In order to promote you to Motley Media’s chairman position, I spent so much effort, paid a huge price, and this is how you repay me?!”
Brad raised his foot and kicked Erik on the stomach. The latter screamed and fell to the ground, wailing. “I know I was wrong, Dad. Save me.”
Brad stared coldly at the wretched-looking Erik, feeling extremely disappointed.
He would rather have Erik grow a spine at this moment because that would at least show that he still had the courage to accept the consequences of his actions.
However, Brad was both furious and helpless when he saw the unbearable sight of his son, one whom he previously had high hopes for.
He was not actually going to ignore his own son, but this problem was just so big that even he found it impossible to cope.
After going through decades’ worth of life’s ups and downs, Brad had not felt so lost in such a long time. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would experience it again, and because of his own son too.
At this time, the butler quietly walked over and stretched out a phone, saying, “A call for you, Master.”
Brad said impatiently, “I’m not taking it. Tell them I’m busy.”
The butler whispered, “It’s from the Laws.”
Brad’s expression sank, and he answered the call.
“You’re still busy as always, eh, Brad? You don’t even have the time to answer my call?” Zachary teased.
Brad’s expression was dark and gloomy. His smile did not reach his eyes. “Well played, Zachary. You have something on that incompetent son of mine, huh? What do you want? Spit it out.”
Brad was insinuating that the Laws were really shameless for laying a finger on a junior like Erik, which was an indirect mockery against Zachary.
Zachary did not care at all, but instead, he grinned and said, “You’ve misunderstood me, Brad. This has nothing to do with the Laws. We’re just running errands. Jasper, that young lad, is still the more capable one.
“I learned about the incident just moments earlier. Gosh, I feel good after hearing about it. What do you think about this young lad’s tactics? Don’t you feel embarrassed at all, Brad?”
Brad nearly crushed the phone in his hand and gritted his teeth while sneering. “Stop being so sarcastic, Zachary. Tell me what you want.”
When Zachary heard how furious Brad sounded with nowhere to vent, he felt so refreshed it was like he was drinking a can of iced coke on a hot day.
Generals would fight against generals; soldiers with soldiers. Henry and Erik found each other an eyesore, while he and Brad had countless conflicts before as well.
Most of the time, he would have the upper hand, though only by a very small margin. He had never managed to make Brad so upset before.
