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Chapitre 196
– M. Joël, M. Hector, le fils de propriétaire du Centre de congrès de la Cité J, il insiste pour toucher
l’Aston Martin One–77, mais maintenant on va se bagarrer. Comment faire ?
A l’écouter, Joël a laissé échapper :
– Ecoutez, cette voiture est réservée à Maître Clément. Qui que soit ce M. Hector, personne sauf Maitre Clérnent n’ait le droit de la toucher. S’il l’insiste encore, faites couper ses mains !
Julien s’est empressé à dire : – Mais M. Joël, ce centre de congrès appartient aux Demaret, on va aller
trop loin de le faire, non ?
– Les Demaret, c’est rien ! a crié Joël, ils ne sont rien pour moi. Retenez-le, s’il ose toucher la voiture
avec un seul doigt, vous serez chassé de la Cité J!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEn fait, Clément avait donné à Joël deux pilules magiques et ce dernier était si excité qu’il avait passé
une nuit blanche. C’était donc naturel qu’il ne laisse personne toucher la voiture qu’il avait préparée pour
Clément.
Les Demaret n’étaient pas à la hauteur des Barthélemy, après tout. Encore, Joël avait Clément qui le
soutenait. Il n’y avait pas de raison pour laquelle il prenait au sérieux Hector.
Joel’s words greatly frightened Julien, who looked up to see that Hector had already taken a few security
guards to fight his bodyguards.
Arrogantly, Hector said, “Get out of the way or I’ll have you beaten to death!”
Julien trembled with anger. He wondered if Hector’s security guards were really cutting to size with his
subordinates, since these could even accompany the armored van.
Julien remembered Joel’s words and therefore pointed the finger at Hector, ordering his bodyguards:
– Come on, teach him a lesson! Beat him to death!
No longer supporting Hector ‘s arrogance, the bodyguards wanted to beat him. On Julien’s orders, they
acted immediately. – Come on, let’s send him to hell! shouted one of the guards before forcefully
slapping Hector in the face, I’m sick of you , you bastard! This slap made him see thirty-six candles. And
he looked fierce all the same: – This is Demaret territory, how dare you beat me?
– Go away !
Another guard ignored him and kicked him in the stomach. He used so much force that Hector huddled
on the ground, his stomach covered by his hands., . .
The security guards at the Convention Center, meanwhile, were all beaten up by the bodyguards in the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmblink of an eye. On this scene, Blandine rushed in front of Hector to protect him.
– You resign yourself to perish, is that it? Look, the Demarets will never let you go! You will be finished!
she shouted angrily.
– Bah! But these two cars, they belong to Mr. Joël Barthélemy! He said he wouldn’t let anyone touch
them, including you Demarets, explained Julien with contempt.
– Les Barthélemy… This name made her hesitate. It was the same case with Hector who lay sore on the
ground and was scared to listen to him.
The Barthélemys were a large family who ranked barely below the Poincaré in Cité J. Moreover, they got
along well with them. Compared with such a family, the Demarets only owned a convention center. There
was almost a world between the two. How dare the Demarets provoke the Bartholomews!
That was why Hector apologized despite the pain:
– Excuse me please ! I really did not know that these cars belong to Mr. Joel! Forgive me, I was wrong…
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